#*flops and buries face in pillow* *screams*

[chiliger]

Commander Cody finds himself in a galaxy that is not his own.

(Okay I had to repost this because my dumb butt deleted the original 🥲. If people don’t mind reblogging this post again I would really appreciate it.)

Ficlet under the cut.

The moment he had realized this wasn’t his galaxy, his dimension, Cody knew this meeting was inevitable. He’d hoped to avoid it, but that feeling in his gut always loved to prove him otherwise.

Standing before him was his face. And no, not the face of a brother. This wasn’t just one of the millions he had grown up with.

This was him. He could feel it.

An alternate version of him, with colder eyes and harder expression. But still, he was Cody. Or rather, he was Kote.

Cody swallowed down a dry lump in his throat, not allowing his own gaze to falter under Kote’s scrutiny. “Please,” he started, hoping that his voice didn’t waver. “I’m not supposed to be here. The Jedi… Our brothers are in danger.”

“Your brothers,” Kote shot back, eyes narrowed. The way he spoke the words sent a chill down Cody’s spine, as though being a Vod was something beneath him. “Why should I care what happens to them?”

Cody’s thoughts froze for half a second, then he blinked hard and shook his head to push pass the shock. Never in a millions years would he dream of hearing a clone say anything along those words, much less from himself.

But this was a version of him. This was Kote Fett, and he was obviously raised under the guidance and views of the Prime. Cody briefly wondered if Boba existed in this dimension before forcing his thoughts back on track. He needed to convince Mand’alor Kote, somehow.

“Look,” he half whispered. “You don’t have to help me. I can find my own way back. You’ll never have to see me again.”

Kote slightly tilted his head, and with it, Cody felt a sharp spike of heat in his head. He gasped and dug his nails into his palms, strengthening his mental shields at the same time as throwing back a spike of his own, causing Kote to stagger one step back.

“Kote,” Prime chided from the side wall, unmoving. It was short and clipped, but his tone carried a low warning with it.

Cody bit back a groan, the sudden headache making him lose focus for a moment. He breathed roughly past the mental pain, instead concentrating on the feel of the cuffs holding his arms up, digging into the skin of his wrists. It was something physical. He could deal with physical.

Kote let out a grunt in acknowledgment, making a quick cut sign with his free hand, the other holding his helmet. He gazed back at Cody, a glint of intrigue now in his eyes. “Huh,” he breathed out.

Cody stared right back, blocking out whatever feelings were suddenly directed at him. “Just… just let me go.”

Kote’s brow furrowed, just enough for Cody to notice. He stepped closer, until they were less then an arm’s length away, face-to-face. His eyes rove over Cody’s face, and Cody could feel him prodding at his shields for a weak point. Cody built up another layer, shutting Kote out.

The Mand’alor blinked, a flash of surprise there and gone. His eyes suddenly grew cold. He spoke, and his voice was barely above a whisper. “Now why would I do that?”

[evie-sturns]

mature - Matt sturniolo

summary: where you and your boyfriend matt get into big fight, he knows how to make it up to you, even when you want nothing to do with him.

contains: mature!matt, angst, crying, yelling, fluff, arguing.

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11:56pm

i lay spread across the couch in my pretty white pyjamas, a small bowl of pretzels lay next to me as i watch youtube videos on the tv.

suddenly my peace gets interrupted.

“are you slow? why do you keep making a fucking mess of my house?” matt speaks up, walking into the living room, his eyebrows scrunched.

“what?” i instantly reply quietly,

he walks over to me and lifts up the bowl next to me,

“all of your shit, all over the house, is it that hard for you to pick it up? or do you need me to do that for you aswell.”

his voice isn’t loud, not even mad, but everything that comes out of his mouth is bitchy.

“excuse me? are you forgetting who cleans when you’re filming?” i raise my voice, standing up off the couch to be face to face with him.

he lets out a scoff, “don’t do a good job at it, do you?”

“don’t talk to me like that! you’re starting arguments for no reason!” i glare into matt’s eyes,

“baby, i’m not arguing with you, just try do better for me.” his tone is passive aggressive,

“i’m arguing with you! you can’t speak to me like that!” i yell, pointing my finger in his chest.

“you’re just a bit useless around the house, that’s all.” he says, staring into my eyes.

“no- let me rephrase, you’re just useless in general.” he follows up, my heart thumps against my ribs.

my hand collides with his cheek, slapping him, my eyes instantly widen.

he grabs my wrist, yanking me towards him.

“touch me again see what happens.” he warns, squeezing my wrist in his large hands,

my eyes water,

matt never gets mad at me, he treats me like an actual princess, he’s never made me upset, or cry, never raised his voice at me.

“you’re such an asshole!” i scream at him,

“go! go to the spare room i don’t want to see you!” he shouts back, his voice booming through the room, which is now warm from the heat of the argument.

my heart sinks as he yells,

“go! fuck out of here!”

i pause for a moment, tears blurring my vision, threatening to fall.

i nod, grabbing my phone off the couch and silently walking out of the room.

matt just watches me, his breathing heavy.

tears instantly start flowing, painting my flushed cheeks with warm tears.

i let out a loud strangled sob before reaching the spare bedroom, i walk into the room and slam the door behind me.

“are you crying?” matt calls out, followed by quick footsteps up the hallway.

i flop down onto the bed, burying my face into the pillow as all my emotions pour out of me.

my whole body shakes with each attempt of a breath.

i grab my soft animal on the bed and hold it close to me, clutching it as i cry.

matt opens the door with a small huff, before walking over next to the bed.

he rubs my back soothingly, “cmon, roll over onto your back.” he says softly

i shake my head with a sniffle, my tears dampening the pillow as i sob into it.

“i hate you!” i cry,

“i know, i know you do.” he says, running his fingers across my back,

“you’re so mean.” i sniff, my voice muffled by the pillow.

“i know, i was really mean to you, wasn’t i? and i didn’t mean any of it, just a tiring day.” he sighs,

i nod, matt sits down on the bed beside me and plays with my hair,

“can you look at me please?” he asks, starting to braid my hair at the back.

i slowly lift my face out of the pillow, my eyes puffy and my whole face red.

“there she is, pretty girl.” he smiles, pulling me onto his lap so i straddle him.

i look at his face, the side of it has a small slap mark.

my bottom lips trembles, “i dont know why i slapped you, i’m- im sorry matt.”

he presses a finger to my lips, “shh, sh i deserved it.” he laughs.

“i feel guilty though.” i pout,

“can i tell you a secret?” he asks,

i nod, he whispers into my hair “you didn’t hit me that hard, i promise.”

i feel a small weight get lifted off my chest.

“now take a nice deep breath for me okay?”

i suck in a deep breath,

“good girl, can you give me another one?”

i take in another deep breath, blowing out air through my nose.

he wipes the stray tears away from my face,

“i didn’t mean to make you cry sweetheart, you know i hate seeing you this upset.” he says, looking into my eyes.

“it’s okay.” i sniff,

“i want to see you smile for me,” matt says, i give him a small smile before covering my face.

he pulls my hands away from my face with a small laugh,

“i can’t smile for you when you ask me to, it’s so awkward!” i giggle,

“it’s cute baby.” he grins, scooping me up in his arms and standing up off the bed.

he walks us out of the room, “now lets get you in the bath.”

i squeal as he runs us down the hallway, “you’re gonna drop me!!”

he throws me a couple inches in the air before catching me back in his arms, earning a loud scream from me, followed by loud laughs from him.

he walks into the bathroom, before setting me down on the toilet seat.

he turns on the bath before walking over to me, tugging my tank top off my head,

i feel his cold hands fiddle with the clasp of my bra,

“matt! i can do this myself.” i protest, he shakes his head.

“it’s my pleasure.” he grins, letting my bra fall off of me.

“you’re so stupid.” i laugh, pushing his shoulder lightly.

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[delilahsturniolo]

never felt so alone - m.s

divider by @enchanthings ❕

in which: y/n gets back from a long and stressful day at work, causing her to completely snap at matt.

this story contains: resolved angst, fluff at end, crying, panic attack, small argument.

written by: @delilahsturniolo

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“the whole world would fall apart.”

“and i never felt so alone.”

I groaned in exhaustion as I walked up the steps of my porch. I messily grabbed my keys from my belt loop and unlocked the door, stumbling into the house.

I shut the door behind me and placed my bags down. I immediately trudged over to the living room, flopping face first into the couch.

My whole body hurt, I felt like collapsing from stress. I whined as my face was still in the leather of the couch. I picked up my head, checking my phone. Matt wasn’t home, all I needed was him and his comfort after a long day.

As if on queue, I heard the front door open. I didn’t even have the energy to get off the couch. I heard what sounded a lot like Matt’s footsteps walking into the house.

“Baby? Are you home?” Matt called out for me. I grunted and sat up slightly. “Over here..” I mumbled, my words slurring. I lazily sat up, leaning my head back against the couch as Matt entered the living room.

“Hi sweetheart.” Matt smiled warmly, he came over, kissing the top of my head. Matt flopped down on the couch next to me, his hand tangling in my hair.

“How was your day?” Matt asked me. I rubbed my eyes lazily, reflecting back on my day. My boss screamed at me, everyone was being annoying, I spilled my coffee in the morning and I had a ton of work. It was the complete opposite of what I wanted it to be like.

“It was fine.” I shrugged, lying completely. I scooted away from Matt slightly, not wanting his touch at the moment.

Matt only scooted closer, attempting to wrap his arms around me. “Are you sure? You don’t look oka-“ Matt began speaking, but was cut off by my voice.

I suddenly pushed him away from me a little harsher than I should’ve, completely losing it.

“I said I’m fine okay!?” I practically screamed, I didn’t mean it though. Matt’s eyes widened at my sudden outburst, he looked more confused rather than shocked.

“Woah woah woah…calm down baby.” Matt’s voice wavered, he tried grabbing my wrists but I immediately yanked them away.

I stood up from the couch, my eyes growing glossy. “Just leave me alone!” I expressed, storming off to my room.

I barged into my room, crawling into my bed and letting out a sob. Tears streamed down my face, I sniffled, burying my face into the pillow as I cried.

I was so exhausted, I was barely getting any sleep from my workload.

A few moments later, I eventually drifted off to sleep, tear stains were still present on my cheeks as my body trembled slightly. The house was dead silent.

I didn’t know where Matt was, but right now I didn’t care. I knew I had to apologize later though. I laid limply in bed, letting my exhaustion from the day wash away as I drifted off.

2 hours later…

Rain clattered against the window, lightning flashed outside. The sound of the storm was soothing, it somehow eased my tense body.

The door to my room creaked open slightly, Matt’s head peaked into the room. He sighed deeply as he saw me sleeping in the bed alone, clutching mr wrinkleton to my chest tightly.

He walked in, shutting the door behind him. He went up to the window and closed the blinds, turning on the lamp that sat on my side table, it casted a warm light throughout the room.

I felt the bed dip as Matt sat down on the edge of the bed, hovering over me.

He gently placed a hand on my arm, rubbing it up and down in soothing motions. “Sweetheart..” He whispered, leaning down to bury his face into my neck. He kissed the side of my neck a few times before speaking again.

“Wake up f’me baby..” Matt gently spoke, his voice soft. He shook my body lightly.

“Mmm?” I mumbled as my eyes fluttered open. “Matt?” I muttered, rubbing my tired eyes. Matt smiled down at me in a loving manner.

“Hey pretty girl..you okay?” Matt questioned, he gently moved my head into his lap, tangling his hands into my hair, gently massaging my scalp with his fingers.

I nodded, too tired to even respond. We stayed in the same position for a few minutes before I sat up straight, looking Matt in the eyes. “M—Matt?” I croaked, my voice breaking slightly.

His eyes immediately locked with mine. “Hm? What’s wrong baby?”

“I—I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should’ve never yelled at you.” My eyes grew glossy almost immediately, I felt a lump in my throat as I spoke. Matt’s gaze grew soft.

“It’s all my fault, I-I..” I could barely speak between my shaky sobs, my uneven breathing turned into small gasps of air as my body hyperventilated.

“Hey hey..shh, look at me y/n.” Matt insisted. gently cupping my face in his soft hands, forcing me to look at him.

“Breathe honey. I’m here, I’m right here. Not goin’ anywhere, alright?” Matt reassured me, he exaggerated his own breaths, in hopes i’d copy him.

I sucked in a deep breath, letting out sobs in between. “M—matt, I can’t..” I cried, he only shook his head.

“Yes you can, I know you can. Deep breaths, in…and out..” He maintained strong eye contact with me. He leaned into my face, gently pressing a soft kiss to my lips, his hands moving to my waist.

I didn’t hesitate to reciprocate the kiss, my nerves immediately disappearing. My breathing eventually evened out, he pulled away from my face, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ears.

“You with me now?” Matt questioned, taking my hand in his. He intertwined our fingers together, his thumb caressing the back of my hand in circles calmingly.

I nodded. “Thank you Matt.” I whispered, he smiled at me, his eyes filled with sincerity and concern.

“No need to thank me, baby. It’s what I’m here for.” He replied.

“And—don’t apologize either. I know you didn’t mean what happened earlier.” Matt assured me, I sighed.

“No no…that wasn’t okay. I shouldn’t have reacted like that at all.” I shrugged, my hand moving up to Matt’s hair.

“It’s okay, I promise. You wanna tell me about your day?” Matt asked, his body relaxing in an instant as I tangled my hand in his brown hair.

“I don’t even know, it was so horrible. Everyone was being annoying, I was so incredibly pissed off and I have so much work to do..” I explained, Matt nodded in understanding.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I wish I could take all your pain away.” He whispered in a sympathetic tone, he gently wrapped me into his arms, hugging me like his life depended on it.

I hugged him back, nuzzling my head into his chest. His hands traveled from my waist to my shoulders, Matt gently squeezed them, beginning to massage them soothingly. This was all I ever needed to feel better.

“Let me run a nice, warm bath for you alright? I’m gonna take care of you baby.” He ran his hands up and down my back, before suddenly picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom, I squealed in happiness.

He set me down, laughing softly, he started the bath. He added a bath bomb and lit a candle for me.

“I love you so much, Matt.”

“I love you more, my gorgeous girl.” Matt kissed my forehead, as he began to slowly help me get undressed, he carefully took my hand and helped me into the tub.

I leaned my head back, relaxing and feeling a weight lifting off my shoulders as I washed the stressful day away, automatically feeling better having Matt by my side.

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[pricefieldsuperiority]

Number One Pick

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x reader

Genre: Homoerotic friendship, cheating, smut, angst + comfort ending.

Summary: You want Caitlin to pick you over her boyfriend Connor, just once.

Warnings: Smut with plot! Fingering, name calling/pet names, teasing, mild degradation

The game against Chicago Sky was close.

Caitlin had been booked and busy lately, playing 11 games in 20 days. This was the second game you were able to attend in person, as the only other had been her very first game of the season.

During the third quarter, you watch Chennedy Carter knock Caitlin to the ground while waiting for an inbound pass. You scream "flagrant foul!" with the rest of your section, but the refs declare it an away-from-ball foul.

It doesn't end up mattering anyway, though, cause the game ends 71 to 70.

The crowd is roaring, and you're cheering as loud as you can, watching the pride all over Caitlin's face. This was Indiana Fever's second win of the season, so you can't help but grin like an idiot at Caitlin and her teammates all celebrating on the court, high fiving, and yelling.

After Caitlin finishes her after post-game interview, she picks you up into a bear hug, her eyes lit up with happiness.

"We won!!! I missed you so much y/n"

Caitlin buries her face in your neck and her hands linger on your waist for a few seconds longer than necessary before she puts you down. You smile at her, patting her back.

"Yeah, I saw!! You did so good"

Caitlin rubs her arm absent-mindedly,

"I'm tired as hell.. I think my ankle hurts from earlier, too."

You just smile, and grab her bag from her.

"Come on, I parked outside"

Normally Caitlin drives, but you know she's exhausted from tonight, so you drive. She falls asleep in the car, and while you're stopped at a stoplight, you watch the way her hair's fanned out prettily on the headrest. Her eyelashes are dark, creating crescent shadows under her eyes. She looks so tired, the dark circles much more prominent than you remember.

You pull up to Caitlin's hotel- you're staying with her for a few days. She's been lonely lately, and wanting you to come visit. After her game tomorrow against New York Liberty she'll have a few free days until her game against the Washington Mystics on the 7th.

You're shorter than Caitlin- most people were, considering she was 6'0, and certainly not as strong, so you can't pick her up in her sleep, but in this moment you wish you could.

"Caitlin, we're here"

She blinks groggily and gets out of the car, and you make it all the way upstairs before she just flops onto the bed.

"Ugghhhh.. sorry y/n, I know I asked you to come stay, but I'm just so wiped..."

Caitlin groans into her pillow as her phone starts blowing up with notifications. During games she keeps it off, but now that she's at the hotel and connected to wifi, everything's pouring in.

"Probably just Twitter covering the Carter foul.. bullshit"

She turns over onto her side, looking at you.

"Yeah I saw that, what the hell was that foul??"

Caitlin rubs her arm again and you scoot closer to her on the bed, checking for a bruise.

"Nothing, you're good- and man, maybe they'll reevaluate?"

Caitlin just kicks off her shoes, chucking them closer to the door.

"They asked me about it during the post-game interview.. whatever, honestly, we still won."

Just then, Caitlin's phone rings, high and shrill. Connor's name flashes on the screen, bold and large.

"Who- oh him"

She ignores the call, flipping her phone over.

"I'm gonna take a shower- hopefully I'll be less dead after that and dinner"

Caitlin walks away then, not bothering to even give her phone a second glance, as she pulls clothes out for her shower.

Around 20 minutes later you hear the water turn off and she comes out of the bathroom with her hair wet, in nothing but a tank top and shorts.

You shift your position on the bed at the sight of her, crossing your legs at the feeling.

Caitlin presses a knee into the mattress and stands with her arms out.

"Come here, I'm sleepy"

Your heart wrenches a little, you're sure you're half in love with Caitlin- and how could you not be. Whatever this is between you two, you refuse to label it as just friendship. You wish you could.

Even still, you crawl over and hug her waist, breathing in the scent of her fresh shampoo. Her head rests on top of yours, water droplets hitting the back of your shirt.

"You should eat something-"

You say, your words slightly muffled by her chest and shirt. Her hands are in your hair, tangled in the strands, combing gently.

"Yeahhhh.. about that"

Caitlin tilts your head up to look at her, her fingers cool under your jaw. You feel her switch her weight to her other leg, sliding her knee between your legs.

Her brown eyes are dark, desire dilating her pupils, and you feel yourself longing for her more than you'd like to admit. You feel the pull in your stomach and subconsciously your hands grip her waist a little tighter as you stare at her.

You know what's gonna happen, even though you've told yourself over and over again to not let it happen. To just be friends, to set some boundaries, because she's got Connor and you can't just keep doing this, that she'd never pick you over him. But you just can't find it in yourself to hold back right now, the want too much.

Caitlin kisses you hungrily, hands on your face, and she pushes you over onto the bed, hips straddling your waist.

You moan into her mouth, hands pulling her in. You squeeze her ass as she adjusts on top of you.

"Take this off," She demands, and you take off your shirt quickly.

Caitlin just raises a brow, unhooking your bra for you, and sucks your nipple immediately, fingers kneading the other.

"Oh Caitlin-" You clutch at her hair as her hands continue to roam over you, pulling off your sleep shorts.

"You're so wet for me.. just waiting for me to do this huh?"

Caitlin's face is cocky, playful smirk playing on her face. Her fingers dip into your wetness, circling your clit, and she smirks wider as your hips raise slightly at her touch.

"Did you touch yourself thinking of me when I was away? Been my little slut?"

You moan at her words.

"Yes..." You admit.

"You like it when I call you a slut? My slut?" She asks, pressing kisses right under your jaw.

You moan a yes out as she pushes two fingers easily into you.

"Look at that, taking me so well"

Caitlin's going at a quick pace, her palm rubbing against your clit. You're gonna come fast if she keeps this up, and you feel it building in your lower stomach.

"I'm- I'm gonna come.. Caitlin"

You arch your back as she continues to hit your g spot roughly.

Caitlin grabs your face, making you look at her again.

"Come for me, I wanna hear you say my name y/n"

"Fuck Caitlin.. Caitlin.." You moan her name as you climax, finishing all over her.

She sucks her fingers when she takes them out, and you pull her down into a kiss.

"Wait, what about Connor?" You whisper, giving her an out, even though you know that's never stopped her.

"Who cares about him-" She says, panting slightly, too busy chasing her own high as your fingers dip into the waistband of her shorts.

"Fair-" It's your turn to smirk, even though the temporary win is bittersweet.

You find her clit easily, her underwear soaked.

"You made me feel so good, baby." The term of affection slips out by mistake, but she doesn't seem to notice as you kiss down her neck.

"Come on y/n, make me come-"

Caitlin's demand is cut short when her phone rings again, and Connor's name flashes on the screen for the second time.

"You gonna pick that up?" You tease as she sits up, looking at her phone. Your fingers are buried inside her, curling to hit her g spot, and you can tell she's warring with herself, even on top of you.

"I- uh-" Caitlin's moans are breathy, her hips rocking into your thrusts.

"You should answer, tell him who's fucking you"

You're being a little mean, annoyed at yourself for letting yourself get swept up in her again, annoyed at his existence, she doesn't even love him- so you tease her further by pulling her down onto you again.

"Fuck- I.. I can't.. I'm gonna come y/n"

Caitlin's moaning into your ear, her hand still clutched around the phone, the call ringtone loud and annoying, just like Connor himself.

"I want everyone to hear who's fucking you like this, cause it ain't him-"

"Y/n... oh god y/n" Caitlin comes, her body flush against yours. You bite her as she does, leaving a pretty hickey smack in the middle of her neck that she'll have to cover up later.

The call goes to voice-mail, and Caitlin's phone sits forgotten beside you two.

Caitlin gets off you, refreshed grin on her face.

"That was good.. UGH.. I guess I'll have to call him back later-"

You're not surprised, this is common. You wonder if you should say something, if you'll finally have the courage to tell her that this is the last time, that you can't keep doing this because you like her more than you should.

"Is it always gonna be like this Cait?"

You ask her, watching her run some water on a towel to throw to you, as per usual.

"What? It's just sex y/n" Caitlin avoids your eyes as she replies, pulling a shirt on.

"You're my best friend, it can't just be sex- he doesn't fuck you like this, doesn't make you feel like this!"

Caitlin's stepping into her shorts, her eyebrows knit together.

"He tries! And I don't know.. we're just friends..."

She trails off, like she's unsure of her own words.

You can't believe she wants to keep avoiding how she feels,

"Who was there at your first game of the season? Who was on call after every game after, debriefing with you? It wasn't him!"

"Y/n.."

You keep going as you throw on clothes of your own, suddenly feeling vulnerable naked in front of her.

"We act like girlfriends, in every sense but the title- we do everything together, we have sex, we call every night- do you even love him? You know this is more than sex."

Caitlin's standing up now, hand on her forehead.

"I... I don't know if I love him.. but I'm not gay! Or at least.. not-"

"What, not for me? Do you hear yourself??" You scoff at her.

Maybe it's too much, everything that's been going on, because Caitlin bursts into tears.

"Cait-" You say, lost for words as the tears run down her cheeks. She hates crying.

"It's too much.. being out here alone, not playing with Kate, Jada, Gabbie- being the rookie.. dealing with Connor.. and.."

She wipes at her eyes, looking at the bedspread as she tries to get out her next words.

"And how I feel about you- I know it's not fair to you that I'm still with him"

Your heart physically aches at her confession and you tap the spot on the bed next to you, placing her phone on the bedside table.

Caitlin hides her face in your chest, arms clutching you tightly.

"I'm sorry y/n"

You soothe her, stroking her hair,

"Shhhhh.. it's okay Cait"

She looks up at you, pushing herself upright.

"No, you're right.. it's not.. I thought if I kept trying to like him, that it might happen- and if I tried hard enough, maybe I'd feel even a fraction of how I feel around you, around him."

You move the hair out of her face, wiping away her tears.

"I get it" You say, as she continues.

"You're more than my best friend.. it'd be stupid to say this was just sex.. I don't want to lose you"

Caitlin's clutching your hands, and you want to believe her, to believe in you two.

Her phone rings again.

"It's Connor" You say softly.

There's determination in her eyes now, a fire you hadn't seen before. She takes the call, swiping across the screen.

"Hey I can't talk, I'll text later" Caitlin says briskly, before hanging up. You smile wide at her, despite yourself and the situation, and she smiles back.

"I'll dump him, I'm gonna make this right.. you're my number one pick y/n.. I swear it"

Caitlin's eyes are wide, solemn and honest. You believe her.

The clock on the wall reads 1 am and the tiredness hits you like a wave. You know she must be exhausted too.

You say softly,

"Why don't you start by cuddling me and sleeping?"

Caitlin's eyes light up at your words, relieved.

"Okay, I can do that"

Caitlin settles under the covers, and you feel yourself falling asleep as you kiss her forehead.

Guess she really would pick you over him.

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Authors Note: I know I usually write for Paige but I've been wanting to write a fic with this concept and couldn't make Paige work. Hope y'all don't mind the change, Paige fic coming soon.

[temiizpalace]

Hi! Can I request for Jamil and Azul prompt 14?

-☀️ anon

☆┊A PICNIC, FOR JUST THE TWO OF US! (🐍 vs. 🐙)

SUMMARY: GOING ON A PICNIC WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND! MAYBE A CONFESSION IS IN ORDE— WAIT, WHY DID YOU BRING HIM?!

CHARACTERS: jamil viper vs. azul ashengrotto

EVENT MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: no determined end couple, jealousy

NOTES: my favorite enemies get another request. awesome. thank you for your request!

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

˚∘☆∘˚

a perfectly thought out plan.

azul had it all figured out. today will be the day he confesses to you. every small detail was planned and adjusted accordingly just so everything would run smoothly, he won’t mess up. sleepless nights went into this plot and for the love of the seven he won’t let them be in vain.

here’s how it’ll go in simple terms. first, he invites you to a small picnic by the beachside with his charm and persuasiveness. next, he escorts you like a gentleman and you both start having a lovely time. you’ll be impressed by his well cooked dishes and ask for the recipe. he calculated how likely that’ll be, and it’s pretty high considering he knows your favorite dishes. finally, asking for the recipe opens a window to his confession. he’ll ask you out on a cooking date, to which you’ll accept. oh yeah, it’s all smooth sailing from here.

just as he was about to look for you, the tweels were already a few steps ahead. “azul? you have a guest.” jade smiles, pushing you into the VIP lounge. “less of a guest and more of a hostage.” you grunt, obviously being forced here against your will. ouch. that lowers your mood by 8%! now there’s a chance you’ll reject his offer.. goodness.

“prefect, apologies for jade. i was going to look for you on my own, but..” he sighs, looking at the twin and signaling him to go outside. “if you’ll excuse me.” jade bows, shutting the door and waiting outside. “it’s fine, i know how they can be sometimes.” you laugh, scratching the back of your neck. “so, what’s up?”

this was it. okay, phase one here we go. “w-well you see,” azul stutters, internally cringing at his error. noooo.. he’s supposed to be charming! “i was wondering if you’d like to go on a picnic with me by the shore? i have a few dishes i’d like you to test, so..” he trails off, his cheeks tinted with a light pink. “picnic? that sounds fun!” you smile, making his heart flutter. focus.

“id love to go!” you accept, azul thanking the seven you can’t hear the wild screaming in his head. “splendid! i’ll see you later this afternoon.” he smiles, walking you out of the VIP lounge. “no rush, azul. i’ll see you then.” you waved back at him, the expression on your face leaving the words to hang at his mouth. he waves back slowly, shutting the door.

he flops onto the couch like a fish, burying his face into the pillows while aggressively kicking his feet. phase one is complete, yet he’s already so worked up! such a lovesick octopus. if he wasn’t so flustered, he could’ve heard the tweels giggling as they peeked through the crack of the door, photographing each second for future reference.

at last, the awaited moment has arrived. azul smoothens out the checkered blanket laid onto the sand, ensuring no wrinkles for maximum comfort. he readjusts the picnic basket to the perfect angle, satisfied with the setting he created. the tides were high, but not high enough to wash you two away. the weather was exactly as he predicted, boosting his confidence to further heights.

the excitement he experienced reached record highs, impatiently waiting for your arrival. he has to memorize this entire day, or he’ll regret it. can’t wait to write about it in his diary life record book later. he hears footsteps walk amongst the sand, whipping his head around to face its direction.

you were finally here! thank the seven! he was worried you forgot—huh. “azul! sorry for being late. i ran into jamil a little earlier and asked him to join us.” you happily state, so blissfully unaware of the spot the poor octomer was now put in. “azul.” jamil mutters, almost disgustedly. “jamil.. what a pleasant surprise this is.” azul responds, gritting his teeth.

nooooo.. any other day for this would’ve been great! why on his confession day? seriously?! “why, what inclined you to join us on our picnic this fine afternoon? shouldn’t you be babysit—ah, tending to kalim?” azul raised his brow, a small frown hidden on his face. “i was given permission to join the prefect during lunches. besides, seeing as they were going to meet you alone, i must ensure they don’t get themselves wrapped up in some shady deal.” jamil sighs, examining the setup azul had.

“awh, cmon. azul isn’t like that all the time, right?” you laugh, making both boys hearts sing for joy. “i can assure you i thought nothing of the sort! can’t a man enjoy lunch with a friend of theirs?” azul states dramatically, a false look of sadness on his face. “and i apologize, but i have not prepped enough food for 3, so i believe jamil must join us on the next picnic.” he shakes his head, trying to see if jamil gets the hint.

“don’t worry about me, i have prepped my own lunch.” jamil smirks, holding up a small bag. “it smells pretty good.. enough chatting let’s eat.” you grin, gingerly taking a seat onto the blanket and grabbing your utensils. jamil took a spot right next to you, a smug look on his face as he glares at the boy opposite of him. “wonderful..”

“azul! this is amazing! how did you manage to get the flavors like that?” you exclaim, already grabbing seconds. azul smiles triumphantly as you feasted like a king. he knew his cooking was good, and your compliments feed his ego. “ive taken a careful study at many recipes, and just so happened to enjoy this combination the most! i hope it is to your liking.”

jamil pouts as he eats his dish in silence, switching between glaring daggers at azul and looking at you with soft tenderness in his eyes. “hm? jamil, that looks pretty good. did you make that?” you ask, pointing to the dish in his hands. “ah, yes. a traditional dish from the scalding sands, a classic. care to try some?” he asks nonchalantly, holding his spoon up to your lips. “id love to!”

you take a bite of the food resting in the spoon, the taste catching you off guard. speechless. you were left speechless. “jamil, you genius in the kitchen.” you mutter, the flavors exploding in your mouth. he looks to azul, an tinge of annoyance in his gaze. such a motivational boost. “these were leftovers from last nights party. i can drop some off at ramshackle later if you’d like.” jamil offers, in which you eagerly accept. “really?! that’d be great! grim will be thrilled!”

eugh. azul hates this. he feels like a third wheel to his own date. so not fair. he prepped everything! your focus should be him! this is completely off script to what he had initially planned. date officially ruined. is this how jamil felt during his overblot too? horrible. just downright wretched. “azul, can i have the recipe to the dish you made? id like to try cooking it sometime.” you ask, snapping him from his daze. wait. this question.. this was something he predicted. okay, he’s got this. company or not, it’s showtime.

“why of course,” he replies happily, finding your joyful expression so attractive. “actually, i have a proposition. how about we cook this dish together, hm? that way, i can be of assistance and can ensure you positive results!” he smiles, offering you a “subtle” deal. “that sounds super fun! we should do that!” you accept, nodding your head vigorously.

“jamil, you can join us! you can show me how to make this dish if you do!” jamil shoots his head upwards at your offer, establishing his options before agreeing. “hmm.. we can use scarabia’s kirchen.. very well. i can make preparations right away.” he smiles, much to azul’s dismay. you’ve gotta be joking.

“this is gonna be so fun!” you chime, clapping your hands together. “lots.” azul adds sarcastically, moping as he poked at his meal. not again. he can’t believe he’s getting denied from his crush by a sea snake.

“try keeping up azul.” jamil whispers as they were packing up the picnicking stuff, his anger increasing substantially. just you wait, jamil. that prefect is his.

A/N: ladies ladies please one at a time (me to jamil and azul)

date published: 9/4/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[southerngothicchic]

18+

Steve's always had a bit of an ego, especially during sex. He wants to hear just how good he's making his girl feel. He's used to being with vocal partners, so when you and him had sex, for the first time, he was taken aback by how quiet you were. He was so used to girls moaning in his ear, their nails clawing his back, only to have you barely making a sound.

He didn't want to say anything, at first, because he wanted you to feel comfortable with him. After the next few times, though, he couldn't help himself. Old insecurities plagued him, making him think you weren't that into him. That thought crushed him, as you were the first girl in forever that he's actually felt something for.

"How's it feel, angel?" He breathily asks, as he slowly fucks you.

You didn't respond, at first, biting your lip at his question.

"C'mon honey, I need to know if you're ok," he adds, gazing down at you.

"I am," you finally reply.

"I can stop if you want..."

"No, please don't," you plead. "I'm sorry, I'm just not-"

"Hey," he softly interrupts, his hand cradling your face. "You don't need to apologize for anything. I just wanna hear those pretty sounds you make just for me."

You smile up at him, before he leans in to kiss you.

"Will you let me hear you, angel?" He asks, against your lips.

You nod, still timid, unsure if you'll be able to do what he wants.

He presses his lips to yours once more and kisses you slowly. You feel yourself melting into him, or rather him melting into you.

He starts moving his hips again, but doesn't break the kiss. You whimper into it as his thrusts are faster now.

"That's it honey," he praises, pulling away so he can hear you.

"S-Steve..." you gasp, your hands moving from his hair, to his shoulders.

"Feeling good?"

You nod, then force yourself to say, "Yes..."

"Yeah? What if I fuck you nice and hard?" He breathlessly asks, his hair flopping onto his sweaty forehead.

You moan in response, making him smirk.

"Still good, honey?"

"Yes, God..." you breathe, closing your eyes and throwing your head back against the pillow.

"You feel so fuckin good, so wet...always so wet for me," he pants, while you bite your lip.

The sounds of his grunts and moans fill the room as he chases his release. Little whimpers escape your lips, but you're not being as loud as he wants.

"If I don't hear you honey, I'm gonna pull out..." he breathily threatens. "Is that what you want?"

"No, no, Steve, please..." you beg, your hands gripping his biceps.

"Then I wanna hear you scream for me," he breathes, before kissing you roughly.

You moan into it, your nails digging into his skin, as he fucks you. He pulls away, his focus turning to your neck. You cry his name when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder.

"That's better," he praises, against your damp skin.

With the way his hips are snapping against yours and how deep he was with every harsh thrust, you finally gave him what he craved.

His name pours from your lips, throat almost sore from how you scream for him.

"Oh, honey...fuck," he rasps, burying his face in your neck.

You repeatedly sigh his name, making him growl in approval.

He then moans your name into your skin as he's finally sent over the edge. His climax leads to yours, as you're crying for him, all over again.

Once you each regain yourselves, he presses kisses all over your face, praising you for being his pretty, perfect girl.

"You did so good for me, angel," he smiles, his nose brushing yours.

You also smile, your cheeks turning a deeper shade of crimson from his praise.

"You always wanna be my good, little angel, don't you?"

"I do," you eagerly answer, gazing into his eyes.

"That's my girl," he grins, before kissing you deeply.

[paimonial-rage]

otome isekai snippets - geo boys

synopsis: in which your favorite characters get dropped into a random stereotypical isekai plot of the author's choosing characters: albedo, gorou, itto, zhongli notes: title, synopsis, then snippet

Albedo - Protecting the Hero With Love

The hero’s journey was met with betrayal from every end, the first of which from his adoptive guardian, Duke Kreideprinz, who experimented on him endlessly as a child in an attempt to use his unique mana to defy the gods. Reborn as the hero’s sibling, there was no way you would be letting your brother go down such a harsh path! First obstacle? You would stop the duke from ever taking notice of your brother! Wait, what do you mean marriage!?

“Goodnight!” You exclaimed as you slammed your bedroom door shut.

You ignored the heat that flooded your cheeks as you fled to the comforting embrace of your bed. Your hands shook as you took your fluffiest pillow, buried your face into it…

And screamed.

Something was wrong. Something was very very wrong. Why in the world was he doing things like… that!? Dining with you every evening, placing his hand upon your waist in public, walking to your room at night and taking your hand to kiss while he looks up at you with those piercing blue–

You screamed into your pillow again. 

What in the world was going on!? He wasn’t supposed to be like this! By saving his sister from her terrible fate, you planned to prevent him from even taking interest in your brother’s mana. He was supposed to thank you with a sum of money and then send you on your way. His offer of a marriage contract as a form of protection for you and your brother came as a surprise, but when he simply stated it would be a benefit to him as well, you agreed. Since it was a mutually beneficial arrangement, he certainly had no reason to take interest in you.

So why in the world was he–

You slammed your fist into the pillow.

You knew the duke! Not only did you know him from the book, but you even heard rumors of him before you even met him in this world! He was supposed to be a loner! He was dismissive of most of his peers! He preferred the company of beakers and potions to actual people! The only person he truly cared about was his sister! So what in the world was that!? Just as his lips brushed against your fingers, he gazed up at you with those seafoam eyes and–

“So you don’t mind if I pursue you seriously then?”

You flopped forward onto your pillow and buried your face into it. Your heart couldn’t take this. Especially not when he looked at you like that. 

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gorou, itto, and zhongli under the cut!

Gorou - I’m Not the Villainess Anymore!

It was the classic tale told many times past of a beautiful, yet pitiful woman that was saved by a handsome man. Together they overcame jealous villainesses, corrupt politicians, and jealous older siblings to live happily ever after. But that was not your story. You, as the jealous ultimate villainess, were exiled to a lonely monastery at the edge of the kingdom. But you know what? It was about time! Finally, you can live your life unfettered by the chains of the novel! But if that was the case, why does the head knight keep bothering you!? Your job as the villainess is done! It’s about time he left you alone!

You bit your lip as you scrubbed that light spot in the corridor for the fiftieth time. Who would have thought that after months of getting General Gorou to leave, the moment your wish came true you wanted nothing more than to keep him here with you. You knew his strengths and accomplishments. You knew he wouldn’t be taken down easily. But the thought that he’d be going up against the Shogunate…

You gritted your teeth and pressed your scrubber even harder into the spot. 

Who cared? Regardless of what happened, Sangonomiya Kingdom had nothing to do with you. Your job there was done. And once General Gorou left, you’d finally be free. You’d finally be able to live your life the way you wanted to. You would be able to leave the monastery behind, jump on a ship to a land far away, and restart your life there. And–

You froze when you heard the sound of hooves accompanied with a familiar voice. 

“Woah there! Jeez, I know you’re happy to go running again, but this won’t be for fun, boy.”

General Gorou? Was he leaving already?

Your heart caught in your throat as you tossed everything to the side and dashed toward the front doors. Throwing them open, you froze upon seeing the general securing the last of his luggage to his trusted steed. And when his eyes fell upon you, he froze in return. Was he at a loss of what to say just like you? But by the steely expression that soon overtook his face, it seemed he found his words first.

“I’ll return safely to you, I promise.”

You wanted to laugh in response. He’ll return safely? How could he promise such a thing so easily? The Shogun’s army was mighty and the Sangonomiya Kingdom was so small. Sure, he was a mighty warrior. Sure, he proved himself in battle many times over, but that didn’t mean–

He took your hands and squeezed them tightly.

“I’ll come back to you safely. I promise. So…” He then cupped your cheek and smiled that adorable smile of his. “Don’t worry too much, okay? Make sure to eat your vegetables. And don’t get into fights with the priest. Oh! And the children adore you, so I’ll check to see you set a good example for them when I return.”

Disbelief exploded from your chest in the form of a bark of laughter. 

“Don’t scold me right before you march to your death! Don’t worry about me! Just…” You turned away as tears filled your eyes. “Just come back alive.”

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Itto - My Seventh Round of Life

You lived six lives before this one, each ending in failure. Murder, sickness, betrayal—the list goes on. You did everything right. You fulfilled all the duties of each life, and still each time ended in your early demise. So when you woke up for the seventh time, you decided you had enough. You’ll give life one last chance. This time you’ll make your own decisions! Although… getting caught by a gang of bandits certainly was not one of them!!!

“You can’t just… do this!!! They’re not going to allow it!” You exclaimed as you tried to pull the big burly oni back. 

You had no clue what in the world made him think it was okay to simply set up a stage in the middle of such an illustrious city, but here was this big dope doing so! Didn’t he know what could happen? What if permits were needed? What if everybody was arrested for the fifth time this month!? But much to your dismay, Itto erupted in a big belly laughter at your despair.

“C’mon, First! Why are you getting your obi all tied in a knot? It’s not a big deal. We've done this maaaany times and it always turned out fine. Just trust me! It’s gonna be a riot!”

You wanted to scream. Of course, he wouldn’t see anything wrong with this. Didn’t this guy have any sense of self-preservation? But when you turned to Shinobu for assistance, there she was supervising the setup of the stage. Was literally everyone in this accursed gang insane?

Upon noticing your distressed expression, Itto let out a sigh. Soon you were wincing as a huge hand ruffled your carefully styled hair. 

“Don’t worry, I get it! You’re standing here brought to tears over worrying about your great boss. It’ll be fine!” But when your expression didn’t change, his turned stern. “Look, if you spend all your time racking your brain over hows-its and whats-its, you’ll get all old and pruney before you know it. You only live once. Might as well make it worth it, right?”

You wanted to laugh. If only he knew this was your seventh life. You got killed for less. But… unlike your previous lives, it wasn’t as if the Arataki Gang was involved in anything illegal. Their antics only incurred, not the threat of bows and spears, but the rolling of eyes. You left your old life away too. They didn’t want you anymore. So… perhaps… Perhaps it couldn’t be that bad?

Your shoulders dropped.

“Fine.”

So when he jumped in front of the crowd with fireflies strapped to his horns and the rest of the gang jumping and dancing around him, the audience hooted and hollered with glee. With the music twanging high in the air and the children of the city rushing around you, somewhere along the line you found yourself laughing along too. It felt odd. Weird. Like there was a lightness in your chest you never felt before. 

Was this what it felt like to live?

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Zhongli - I Didn’t Mean to Sleep With the Celestial Emperor

Every century, the celestial emperor came down to the Kingdom of Liyue to grace his people with the divine knowledge needed to flourish until his return. After enjoying the week-long festival in the harbor to your heart’s content, you were excited for the main event. But as the celestial emperor descended from the heavens, what filled your chest was not awe, but confusion. Wasn’t he the guy you slept with last night?

“It has been said that while the Harbor represents the will of Liyue, Qingce Village represents its heart. It is a joy to see that it has remained just as I remembered.” 

“O-Oh, is that so?” You asked as the corner of your smile twitched slightly.

You didn’t know how it came to this, bringing the celestial emperor around Liyue, that is. When you first saw his face, you nervously assumed you were mistaken. You clearly saw him descend from the heavens, after all. The man you spent a passionate evening with the night before certainly could not be him. But when he locked eyes with you from the parapet, dread filled your stomach. 

You tried. You really did. The moment the procession was over, you upped and headed straight to the inn to pack your belongings to leave and leave to anywhere out of Liyue Harbor. But that would’ve been too easy. No, the moment you rushed downstairs and paid your bill, you turned to run straight into a young adeptus and was therefore whisked over to the man himself. 

Though it would have been weird, you would have been fine if he simply wished to thank you for the evening, but things were never that simple, were they? No, when you were brought before him, he said that you promised to show him the delights of Liyue. You said he could take it as a verbal contract between you both and he wished to cash in on it.

Now, let it be said that you didn’t mean it. After having had a few drinks last night, you were in the mood to flirt and really, could you be held accountable for what came out of your mouth? You didn’t think he’d hold you to it! But at the same time, how could you refuse!? Only a fool would invalidate a contract made with the very being of contracts! 

So here you were bringing the celestial emperor around as if he were some random normal traveler from a foreign land trying to hide from the common folk the divinity that oozed off of him in waves. It certainly did not help that he was handsome to boot and could steal hearts with a simple smile. And when he directed all that at you…?

“To be able to share this view with you…” His amber eyes glowed with warmth. “Your presence makes this trip even more of a delight.”

You couldn’t think straight.

[s0urw00lf]

maybe ron weasley angst + fluff? something along the lines of maybe reader being a little insecure about his relationship with hermione but he doesn’t realize it until you’re vying different and once he realizes he makes up for it🫶 thank u!!!!

Only you

Pairing: Ron Weasley x reader

Summary: Ron is kind of an idiot and hermionie is a girls girl. And Harry is… Harry.

Warnings: angst, fluff, like two uses of “y/n”

AN: thank you for requesting, this is my first time writing for Ron so i hope you enjoy, he is a bit daft in this but he makes up for it.

You and Ron have been dating since third year, admittedly it was a little early to start dating but you didn’t mind because everything was and now two years later still is going strong. At least you hoped so. Here recently Ron had been paying a little more attention to hermionie than usual. Harry, Ron, hermionie and yourself had been friends since first year so you were always around each other. But he seemed to be taking more of an interest in here than lately and it was starting to tick you off.

That's why you're sitting right now with a frown on your face watching Ron and Hermione whisper to each other, whatever was being said it seemed like a passionate intense conversation. "What do you think they're talking about?" You asked Harry who sat in front of you taking a bite out of a sausage. He paused looking from you to them and tried to listen in, but after a second of not catching anything "Homework maybe?" He shrugged, briefly glancing back at them before returning to his food. You sighed, pushing your breakfast away, and turned to Ron tapping his hand that rested on the table to catch his attention. "Hey, Ron I'm gonna go back to the dorms, I think I forgot something," you told him, hoping that he'd offer to come along with you, but no. "Okay, see you in class love" he quickly said, turning back to Hermione and continuing his sentence. You felt like your heart dropped from your body, usually, he'd kiss your forehead before you parted ways, or some sort of loving gesture but not this time.

The anger that now coursed through your veins was burning hot and you had to hurry away before you said something you would regret later. That had been your last straw with him, you huffed loudly and nothing short of ran out of the great hall back to your dorm somehow not stopping until you reached the door of your dorm. You flopped down on your bed face buried in your pillows and screamed. All the anger you had needed to be let out somehow and breaking the dorm wouldn't exactly be the best way so you had to settle with that. Soon enough your yells turned to heavy breaths and those turned into tear-filled sobs. You sat like that for about 30 minutes before you realized you were late for class. "Shit" you muttered grabbing your school bag and sprinting as fast as you could without falling to class.

Thankfully the class was working in groups so nobody noticed you enter the room. You made your way to your usual seat beside Ron, only to see it occupied by your bushy brown-haired best friend. You wanted more than anything to ask why she'd been there and why he'd all of a sudden spent so much time with her but Professor Snape was watching you through his glasses no doubt waiting for you to take a seat. You let out an angry huff and made your way to Hermionie's usual seat beside Harry. "Hey where've you be- were you crying?" Harry asked concerned at the sight of your red puffy eyes. You shook your head "No, was doing some skincare and got it in my eyes when I realized I was late for class" You lied, not caring if he believed you or not, taking out your textbook and turning to the same page as him. You tried so hard to focus on Harry as he explained what you were doing in class but you couldn't when you heard Ron's nervous laughter from behind Harry. And it kept going like that throughout the day, barely able to pry your boyfriend away from Hermione and Harry being completely oblivious to your sadness.

So by the time dinner rolled around you were completely drained, feeling like you'd just have to accept that your boyfriend had feelings for your only girl friend. 'Why was he acting like this' 'Does he not love me anymore?' 'Did I do something?" 'say something?" "Does he think she's prettier?' You thought while laying on your bed staring at the wall just how you planned to spend the rest of your night until you heard a knock at your door, knowing that it wasn't Hermione or one of your other roommates because they would just walk right in unless the door was locked (which it wasn't). You lightly groaned getting off your bed to open the door, being met by your red-headed boyfriend with a worried look and a plate full of your favorite foods.

“Can I come in?” He asked gently, you contemplated his request before nodding and moving over so he could walk through. As you closed the door he sat on your behalf in his usual spot. “Harry said he didn’t think you were feeling well today so I bought you some food,” he said, holding the plate out to you. You grabbed it and placed it on your nightstand, you’d eat it later. “Harry's right, I'm not feeling well, but I’m not sick,” you said slowly. “But Harry said your eyes were red and your face was puffy like you’d been-“ “Crying? Because I have” you interrupted him. “But why?” He asked completely clueless. “Because Ron, I can't do it!” “Do what love?” He asked concerned.

You stuttered trying to form the right words "Watch you fall from her" you said, voice breaking as another round of treats fell down your face. His once concerned look was now replaced by confusion "Love what are you-" "Hermione, Ron I can't sit and watch you fall for her. So if you feel anything for her please. Please tell me so I can exit the picture" you sobbed. “Love what are you on about” he asked, not being able to make any sense of what you’re saying. You sighed now feeling a bit of anger arise “It’s all you’ve been doing Ron. Spending your free time with her, breakfast with her and now she’s sitting in my spot in class what else could it be Ron? You’re falling for her. Why am I not pretty enough for you? Or smart enough? Or maybe I’m being too overbearing and it’s pushing you away” By this point you were no longer sitting on your bed, you were pacing the room like a maniac spilling out all of your internal thoughts without even thinking.

Ron stood up grabbing you to stop your pacing. His blue eyes were now teary like yours “My love do you really feel like that?” He asked desperately. your anger rose “No Ron I'm crying because I'm having the time of my life right now.” You sarcastically replied, words a bit muffled because of your stuffy nose. Ron grabbed your face and brought you in for a kiss. It was rough but so full of passion, you’re not sure he’s ever kissed you like that. You leaned into the kiss tasting the salty tears on his lips putting every bit of emotion you felt into the kiss.

He pulled away breathing heavily, he caressed your face as you looked him in his eyes searching for his next words “y/n the day that I leave you would be the day I die. You take up all of my thoughts from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep at night, y/n I couldn’t leave you if I tried. You are my lifeline and I can't live without you. You fill my heart, mind, and soul. The only way you’ll get rid of me is if you tell me to go and I’m sorry I’ve made you feel otherwise.” Ron said, his voice filled with nothing but vulnerability.

New tears filled your eyes but for different reasons. You knew Ron was not one with words, but everything that’d just spilled from his mouth made you feel like you were on cloud nine. This time it was you who initiated the kiss, his lips molded against yours perfectly as if he was made for you. You pulled away but stayed nose to nose. “I love you, Ronald Weasley,” you said with a soft smile. He smiled as well “And I love you… I’m pretty sure I just gave the best love confession known to man” he joked. You giggled backing away from him to get a better look. “Come eat your food,” he said gently pulling you towards your bed.

[autisticlancemcclain]

pt one

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Hunk’s phone rings. Loudly. Since he is the pinnacle of grace and benevolence, he spares one hand, eyes still trained firmly on the other hand pressing a screwdriver onto a delicate wire joint to hold it steady, to blindly pat about on his workbench until it closes around the device. He jabs a finger on the screen until the ringing ceases.

“Yah,” he says, not bothering with hellos. He’s busy.

“Handle your person,” Shiro hisses, then immediately hangs up.

Hunk snorts. Someone’s nap was disturbed.

He turns back to his project, sighing as he wraps it up. He doesn’t have long. If he can just solder this last wire, get that last connection in, it’ll be way easier to —

Lance kicks open his door, walking in screaming.

“Hello,” Hunk greets idly. And largely sarcastically, he will admit. Lance continues his wordless yell, vocalizing at the very top of his lungs, muffled only when he throws himself on Hunk’s bed and buries himself in Hunk’s pillow. “Shiro tells me you’re terrorizing people.”

“His skull is fucking solid!” Lance screeches.

Hunk does not need to ask to whom Lance is referring. He does, however, pause what he’s doing immediately, spinning around slowly in his chair with his fingertips pressed together like every eighties cartoon villain. His smile can only really be described as gleeful. Perhaps diabolical if he stretches.

He is entirely unapologetic.

“And what happened this time,” Hunk questions, adopting his very best therapy voice. It must work, because Lance shoots up, face bright candy red, wicked snarl pulling on his lips. When he speaks again his voice is carefully controlled and dripping with rage.

“It is beyond hinting, Kealoha. I have practically laid myself at his feet and begged him to ravish me, and he still does not get it. I am going to fucking wring his neck.”

Hunk hums thoughtfully. “Well, that is probably what it’s going to take.” At Lance’s raised eyebrow, he rushes to clarify — “Throwing yourself at his feet, I mean. Don’t strangle him. At least not before I can see it.”

Lance groans loudly. This time when he flops back on Hunk’s mattress he is more miserable than rageful, like a scolded chihuahua. Hunk considers telling him that and then remembers that he’s quite fond of his limbs where they are.

“I know he likes me,” Lance grumbles. “He’s just a dumbass. Like, yesterday he had to go into a healing pod because I did those leg stretches in front of him and he walked into the wall and broke his nose. And last week he said I smelled good and no straight people say stupid shit like that. And when I flirted with that princess on our last mission I was lowkey worried he was gonna jump her, or something. He went all big bad Galra growly and everything.”

Hunk inclines his head. “This is true.”

It is true. Well, he didn’t know the broken nose thing — although that’s hilarious and he will be sharing that information with the class when prudent — and he hasn’t witnessed many of the specific brands of Keith and Lance dumbassery, since they spend so much time on their own, but he, like, has eyes. Keith wants Lance so bad it’s actually embarrassing. Hunk’s not one to generally agree with Lance, since it’s his God-given right to humble him at any opportunity, but that boy is oblivious unlike any other. He understands that Keith is emotionally stunted due to the ordeal of being orphaned, and to Keith he leaves his highest sympathies, but also Jesus Christ, dude. How many times are you going to be wrought with jealousy before you go oh, duh, I might be in love with this goober.

Maybe Shiro hasn’t had the talk with him yet. Hunk makes a mental note to follow up.

“—it’s just that I don’t understand,” Lance laments.

Hunk blinks back to the conversation, where Lance has clearly taken it upon himself to wax poetic and inspire woe upon himself once more.

Hunk stills. An idea wiggles its delightful little way through his brain. He holds up his phone, pointed at Lance’s prone and desolate form.

God, he loves his brain. He loves meddling. He loves love and life, basically.

“I just,” Lance sighs, and to his endless credit he sounds genuinely torn-up, for all his melodrama. “I wish I could just tell him, I guess. In some way. I wish I could get it through his fool head that he is loved by me particularly in such a way that I want to hold hands and kiss and generally be nuisances of the affectionate kind. You know, romance.”

Hunk hums with great understanding. “I see. And say you were not plagued with chronic anxiety and an unfortunate tendency to glow in your face region if someone so much as insinuates in any capacity that they care about you — what would you say to this paramour of yours?”

Lance tilts his head consideringly. His eyes are big and brown and pouty, like a scorned puppy. It’s adorable, in a pathetic kind of way. Hunk cannot help but pat him delicately on the knee.

“I suppose,” he huffs, “that I would just say it outright. Keith Kogane, you magnanimous dumbass, would it kill you to ask me out like a man. Something like that.”

“You could also ask him out like a man,” Hunk points out.

“Choke and die,” Lance responds, predictably. Hunk pays him again.

Hunk stops the recording and tucks his phone back in his pocket. He will decide how to handle the situation shortly.

…After he makes several copies and distributes them to the team. Obviously. Hunk’s excellent advice and matchmaking skills isn’t free, after all.

Lance whines again. “Why is my life so sick and twisted.”

Hunk chooses against reminding Lance that they are in the very beginning of the process of dismantling the worst tyranny the universe has ever seen, and of all the things in his life to be sick and twisted his dweeby romance is probably not one of them. Because that would be a huge buzzkill, obviously. Instead he delicately and a touch condescendingly pats Lance on the head. Lance leans into the touch, because he is a massive sweetheart and dork and nerd, and Hunk can’t help but smile widely.

“All will work out,” he says ominously. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Blah,” Lance says.

Hunk smiles wider.

[lizthewriter]

love is so embarrassing / ted logan

PAIRING  ted logan x fem!reader

SUMMARY  you continually give your all to a jock who could care less - ted makes you realize there's mucb better options out there. namely, him.

TAGS  ted logan x fem!reader, high school, prom, og!boyfriend is a complete dick, best friends to lovers, fluff, angst, loser!ted, kissing, cursing, canon-typical lingo, most excellent

QUOTE  "just watch as i crucify myself, / for some weird second string, / loser who's not worth mentioning, / my god, love's embarrassing as hell," - love is embarrassing by olivia rodrigo

WORD COUNT 1.7K

WRITTEN  12.30.2023

ted -

you stormed into ted's bedroom, slamming the door behind you. ted watched from his bed with an expression of mostly shock, mingled with a slight bit of awe. you flopped onto his bed, buried your face into his pillow, and let out a feral scream. he placed down the magazine he'd been flipping through and held a finger next to your side, weighing the pros and cons of poking you to elicit a reaction. before he had time to do so, you immediately sat up with an angry pout and offered him the most sympathetic look you could while so angry.

"sorry, it's just . . . i hate him. i hate him! he said we would be spending the whole night together, but yet again he's made plans with his 'friends' and he's 'so so sorry.' honestly, i'm getting sick of it!"

oh, you were angry about that boyfriend of yours. ted wasn't a fan at all - the way he treated you was most heinous. he didn't really seem to care about you - if anything, he treated you like a side piece. no, Ted didn't like him one bit.

"don't be sorry," ted said, flashing you one of his trademark grins. somehow, just with a smile, he was always able to make you feel better. "I hate him too! a dickweed like him doesn't deserve a babe- i mean, a girl - like you."

your lips spread into a thin line, which he supposed was an attempt at a smile. "thanks teddy," you responded softly, patting him on the thigh. you tried to think about something else, move the topic of conversation away from your good-for-nothing boyfriend. "so, whatcha doing?"

"me?" ted asked, a little suprised that you were interested. you had spent a lot less time with him and bill ever since you started dating that douchebag. sometimes, he thought you had forgotten about him completely - and that made him feel totally bogus. thus, his eyes sparkled in excitement and he began to talk very fast because when was the last time you two had some time to just chat? "i'm just looking at these totally awesome dudes, to get uh - uh -" he glanced upwards in an attempt to remember the word he wanted to use. "well, i'm writing music for wyld stallyns and stuff."

"oh, cool!" you exclaimed. "can I see?"

"no!" ted responded, perhaps a bit too quickly. he didn't want you to see the many failed attempts at writing a most bodacious love song for you. "they're still, er, works in progress, dudette!"

"oh, well, all right!" you paused, lost in thought, before you asked, "wanna go watch a movie?"

you -

you had felt the guilt creep in rather quickly once you realized how much you'd been procrastinating on hanging out with your best friends, bill and ted. you had been so hyperfixated on your boyfriend that you had completely forgotten about your weekly movie night and failed to meet up with bill to help him paint some posters for a wyld stallyns. you decided to apologize by treating them to a day at the mall, buying ice cream and movie tickets for all of you.

while you and bill chatted vehemently about perhaps the coolest sci-fi film you've ever seen, ted was a bit preoccupied watching your so-called boyfriend get a bit too cozy with cindy. cindy, who most considered to be the prettiest girl in your grade, was head cheerleader (though you had always been the prettiest, in ted's mind). you noticed that ted was being uncharacteristically quiet and followed his line of sight. immediately, your jubilant expression fell to something much more hardened.

"of course he's here. why wouldn't he be." he somehow always found a way to ruin your best days - and who the hell was that he was copying up with?

"hey, wow, look over there!" bill said all of a sudden, pointing to the lower floor of the mall, in the opposite direction. you didn't notice the look that bill gave ted and glanced to where he was pointing. there was nothing there.

"i don't see anything," you said with furrowed brows, completely distracted now and confused as to what exactly bill had spotted. ted had rushed to your side and looked down as well.

"what? i don't-" ted let out what sounded like a small whimper of pain (you didn't see bill step on his foot). "oh yeah! duh! the thing, you didn't see . . . the thing?"

"what thing?" you asked exasperatedly.

"come on!" bill exclaimed, running towards the escalator. ted barked out a laugh before quickly following him in pursuit.

"wait, guys!" you didn't realize until you jad gotten home - they were distracting you from your so-called boyfriend. you couldn't help but smile the rest of the day.

ted -

you and ted walked off the bus together, laughing your asses off as you made the slow walk to your houses. the two of you had lived next to each other for as long as you could remember. the bond between the two of you had remained strong ever since.

ted watched as you through your head back with a bark of laughter and he admired the way your grin split your face, the way your hair tickled the nape of your neck, how the sun twinkled in your beautiful eyes. he was snapped back to reality when you had straightened out your head, your entire back even, and stared in suprise at someone sitting on your front lawn. they held a boombox, romantic music blaring through the speakers. they held a sign, one that made ted sick to the very depths of his stomach. will you go to prom with me?

ted had been planning on asking you that very same question later today. but it was too late - you were running up to that douchebag, your arms thrown around his neck as you shouted "yes!" rather a bit loudly. that sound is punctuated in his ears for the rest of the day.

later, when you were both sitting in his room doing homework (well, you were doing homework - he was sulking while pretending to write about history stuff) he placed down his pencil. this drew your attention.

"what do you see in him?" ted asked.

"what?" you responded with furrowed brows, obviously not yet accustomed to the sudden change in conversation.

"what do you see in him? your boyfriend? he's not - not smart or anything. not that funny. not even that good at football."

you leaned back and closed your math textbook. "what's that supposed to mean?" he felt uncomfortable now, at your offended tone, and wondered whether he should have spoke up at all.

"he just doesn't treat you right," ted grumbled. "you deserve to be treated most excellently - and he certainly does not treat you as such. you saw him with that girl at the mall."

you nodded slowly before gathering all your books together in a rush, fury painted all over your face.

"where are you going?" ted asked innocently.

"away from you," you responded harshly. "you know what i think, ted, I think you're jealous that i have a date for prom and you don't. don't pick on my boyfriend because your miserable."

"what, no, that's -" you held a hand to his face as you left his room, slamming the door behind you. "non-non-heinous, man."

you -

you smiled for the picture your parents took with you, your boyfriend, and bill and ted (the boys were glaring daggers at each other, not to your awareness). as you were ushered out the door, you were met by the sight of a limo out front.

you felt someone snake a finger under the strap of your dress, pulling it back and snapping it against your skin. you let out a yelp, slapping your boyfriend in the arm, half-serious. "ow!"

"well show a little more skin next time, missy, i thought we were having a fun time," he responded with another cruel chuckle. you wrapped your arma ariund your shoulders with discomfort, pulling the straps of your dress further upwards. yoy glanced towards ted, his teeth clenched and fists crumpled. maybe he was right. maybe he really was a douchebag. it was time you didn't let him treat you like shit.

"well if that's all you cared about tonight, getting your dick wet, then i suggest you find another easily-manipulated girl to be your prom bitch," you barked back sharply. as soon as you realized the words that had left your mouth, you slapped a hand over your mouth. bill arched a brow at ted in suprise, who let out a snicker.

"you find that funny, logan?" your (ex-)boyfriend said to ted.

"yeah, i do," ted responded, blowing out his chest, trying to seem tough. only a second later there was a sickening crunch, a blow dealt to his jaw. he fell down to the ground, his face turned away from you. you rushed over to ted, asking if he was okay. you only heard your ex scoff and walk back towards the limo.

"ted, let me see your face," you said gently. he turned his face towards you and you let out a gasp. his jaw was all bruised up. "oh god! i'm so sorry!"

"cool, dude! battle scar!" bill exclaimed excitedly, letting out a chuckle. ted pushed himself to be sitting upright, a grin spreading like an infection across his face.

"i totally pissed him off, didn't i?" ted asked, obviously very smug with himself despite having just been punched square in the face. "I told ya he was bogus."

"i should have listened to you earlier," you responded sheepishly, wincing at the memory of raising your voice at ted. "I wish i could make it up to you."

"well, there is a way . . ." ted trailed off, looking towards bill. he responded to ted with an ostentatious thumbs up, and ted returned to your gaze with another lazy grin. "go to prom with me?"

[evie-sturns]

brat - Chris Sturniolo

summary: after a day of shooting chris bratty, and rude comments, he finally puts you in your place.

contains: brat tamer!chris, smut, overstimulation, choking, fluff, aftercare, dumbification.

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i grip chris's hand tight as we walk around target, "i want to go home chris." i state with a small pout,

"baby i told you we need to get stuff for the wednesday video." chris sighs, squeezing my hand.

"it's not like its my channel! i got dragged here by you." i bite back at him, chris's eyebrows furrow with a shocked laugh.

"don't fucking act like you weren't clinging to me an hour ago, you wouldn't let me leave the house." chris shuts me up pretty quick, i roll my eyes with a frustrated sigh.

he stops walking at looks down at me, "don't roll your eyes at me."

i scoff, chris raises his eyebrows at me as a warning before pulling me towards the checkout by my hand.

i wrap my arms around chris as he pays,

he hooks the several bags over his fingers before following close behind me as we walk out of the main exit.

chris and i walk towards matt's car which is parked in the parking lot, chris swings open the back door before jumping in,

"did you get the shit?" matt asks before turning the car on,

"yeah, most of it." chris replies before scooting closer to me in the backseat.

“chris!! you’re basically crushing me.” i whine, chris shoots me a warning glare as matt pulls out of the parking lot.

chris places a gentle hand on my thigh, i look out the window with my arms crossed over my chest.

“are you tired?” chris asks softly, i don’t reply, keeping my eyes trained on the passing cars out the foggy window.

i hear chris let out a small frustrated sigh, him and matt start up a conversation which continues for the rest of the trip.

-

i swing open the door to chris and i’s room, instantly flopping down on the bed. chris follows close behind me into the room and stands by the bed, just looking down at me.

i stare at my phone as i make myself comfy in his pile of pillows.

“y/n.” chris stares blankly, his voice low.

i ignore him, staring at my phone.

“i’m not gonna ask you again.” chris says under his breath before i feel 2 of his cold hands grip my ankles.

he tugs me by my ankles to the edge of the bed in one harsh tug.

“chris!” i whine,

“don’t fucking whine at me.” he mutters,

his hand finds its way onto my waist, in one movement he flips me over onto all fours.

i feel his hands tugs on the waistband of my sweatpants before he pulls them completely off of me

i look back over my shoulder at chris, adjusting my position on all fours.

he tugs my panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off completely,

“chris-“ i start, but i’m cut off by a harsh smack to my ass, hard enough to leave a mark.

i wince slightly, somewhat in shock from how chris managed to get me from my comfortable position on his bed, to on all fours wearing absolutely nothing from the waist down.

i hear the clink of chris’s belt hitting the wooden floor, followed by his jeans.

“gonna act like a brat, gonna be fucked like one.” chris says from behind me before tugging his boxers off.

“i’m not being a brat!” i protest.

just then i feel chris’s pink tip line up with my slit, wet with arousal.

chris slams into me full force, his tip bruising my cervix.

a mix between a moan, a scream, and a gasp exits my mouth at once, overwhelming pain but pleasure coasting through me.

his thrusts instantly start, giving me no time to stretch around him.

each thrust i feel him hit deeper.. and deeper.

“arch your back.” chris demands, placing a palm on my back and pushing it down.

i bury my face in the pillow, not wanting matt to hear my desperate screams.

i hear chris let out a low laugh from behind me as if his dick isn’t brutally abusing my insides right now.

“chris- chris slow down-“ i manage to babble out incoherently,

“you think you deserve it? for me to slow down?” chris spits back,

his hand collides with the plush skin of my ass again.

“do you?” he asks again, i shake my head frantically into the pillow.

“that’s what i thought, so don’t go asking me to slow down.” he mumbles with a small groan.

he continues to hit impossibly deep spots,

i let out a loud gasp as i feel chris’s cold hand shaking round to my neck,

his large hand takes a grip on my throat,

his other hand pulls my hair into a makeshift ponytail before he tugs on it, forcing my head out of the pile of pillows.

he grips my throat as he tugs on my hair, my back contorted into a deep arch.

tears well in my eyes from the intensity, not to say i’m not enjoying every second of this.

the only sounds in our room are skin slapping together harshly paired with my muffled moans.

my legs shake dramatically as i attempt to kick them, my hands grip the bedsheets for dear life as i feel chris’s cock against my walls.

with a pathetic scream of his name i clench around him, releasing all over his length. his grip on my throat tightens as i assume he gets close.

“i didn’t tell you to cum.” chris huffs,

“say you’re sorry.” he follows up.

“i’m- i’m so s-sorr…” i babble out,

tears are now flowing down my cheeks from overstimulation.

my eyes roll back as chris’s thrusts somehow quicken.

with a slick pop chris pulls out quickly, he paints my back with warm white streaks.

“oh- oh fuck- fuck…” chris groans as he strokes himself a few more times.

i face plant forwards into the sheets, chris collapses next to me.

chris lays on the bed for a few seconds before springing up, he tugs me onto his lap and wraps his large arms around me.

“no- no don’t cry love.” chris says with a nervous laugh.

“did i hurt you? are you hurt princess?” chris fires rapid questions at me, i shake my head no and i can physically see the relief wash over chris.

“no more tears,” chris breathes out, wiping my eyes gently.

“that was- so intense..” i breathe out with a small smile.

“i’m sorry baby, i’m sorry.” chris pecks kisses over my damp face.

he wipes my back with his hand, his face grimacing.

“i’m sorry.” chris whispers again, “chris.. it’s okay, i really.. really liked it.” i say with a shy grin.

“are you sure? i’m sorry, i think i just got worked up” chris apologies for the hundredth time.

“i’m sure chris, stop apologising.” i laugh, fixing his messed up hair.

he runs his hands through my locks, “did it hurt when i pulled your hair?” chris asks, visible nerves on his innocent flushed face.

“no chris.” i laugh, chris nods “okay thank god.”

chris picks me up as he stands up, holding me in a bridal position.

“what do you feel like wearing?” he asks, “maybe- just something of yours” i reply

“okay!” chris says, pulling out one of his sweatshirts and some of his sweat-shorts.

chris places me down on my feet, my legs wobble as i stumble over.

“oh-“ he picks me back up,

“my legs are like jelly.” i smile.

“sorr-“ chris starts but i clamp a hand over his mouth,

“no more sorrys!” i laugh.

chris shakes his head with a giggle.

he plops me down on the bed and tugs the shorts up my legs.

“arms up sweetheart.” chris says before pulling his shirt onto me.

chris stands up and walks over to his closet and pulls on some sweatpants.

“there we are.” chris smiles.

“you look good!” chris

“you look like a moron.” i state with my arms crossed.

i slam a hand over my mouth, realising i’ve just gave chris attitude.

“what was that?” chris laughs,

“nothing.” i purse my lips together.

“am i going to have to fuck that attitude out of you again?” chris asks

i shake my head, my cheeks now a deep red.

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[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

We Did It <3

Series Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, pregant!reader for a few parts, nothing sad or whateverrr

Words: 1,000

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

Summary: flashback from “Say Yes To Me” where reader has their 2nd baby with Natasha <3

A/N: the amount of cute baby pictures i found on pinterest i want one sm @lovsalvatore knows how i feel

“Babe I'm home!” with the sound of your wife's voice, you walked into the living room with a sleeping Alex in your arms. “Welcome home darling!” her smile brightens when you enter the room. “I missed you Natty..” you kiss her cheek. “I missed you more.” she whispers, leaning down to kiss the sleeping boy's forehead.

She places gentle hands on your stomach, “How's our little one hm?” she asks as she lightly kisses your belly. “Yeah, she's really taking her time in there.” you groan, looking down at your baby bump. The due date was almost a week ago, but here you are, still waiting for your baby to pop out any day now. She sighs, “I know detka.. sooner or later she'll be here.” she reassures you, and kisses your neck softly.

“What do ya say? We put Alex to bed, and then go to bed too? Or we can watch a movie if you want?” you smile at her, “Okayy.. that seems fun.”

After the two of you put the child to sleep, you both go into your bedroom. “Ugh, I'm so tired..” you flop on the bed, lying down on your back. Natasha sat down next to you, pulling your head onto her lap. “Hi baby.” she smiles, looking down at you as she soothingly runs her fingers through your hair. “Hi.” you giggle, burying your face into her lap. “Hey! Don't be shy kotenok.” you peek up at her from her lap. “I'm not shy Tasha!” she smirks, “Yeah sure.”

A few minutes later the two of you lie, sound asleep, in bed. Your back against her chest, and her strong arms wrapped around your body. The light breeze from the fan, soft breathing in the quiet room. You slowly blink your eyes open in discomfort, “Nat?” you groan, rubbing your eyes as you awaken. She wakes up at your words, taking her arms off of you. “Yeah? What is it?” her voice raspy as she had just woken up.

“I think my water broke.” you whisper, causing her to jolt up off the pillows. “What?” you bring a finger to her lips, “Shh.. you're too loud Alex might wake up, it's 2 AM.” she gets out of bed, “Are you sure?” she asked. You nod your head, “Yeah.” she grabs the already made baby bag and her car keys.

“You need me to help you up detka?” she walks over to you, grasping your hands as she pulls you off of the bed. “I can get Alex–” you say, “No. Get in the car and wait for me, I'll bring Alex.” you huff, “Fine.” you waddle out of the bedroom and walk outside the house, Natasha unlocks the car. Hearing the car doors click open, you get into the passengers seat.

“What's taking them so long..” you whisper to yourself. “Oh fuck—” you clutch the car seat, letting out a scream when you feel a contraction coming. You hear the back doors of the car open and look up in the mirror to see Natasha setting down the still asleep boy. She closes the door and gets into the driver's seat. “Moya lyubov, are you okay?” you clench your jaw, giving her a tight smile and a nod.

She drives out of the driveway and made her way to the hospital, holding onto your hand with her free one. “How– how long until we get there?” you say, your voice strained and breathing labored as you tightly squeeze on her hand after each contraction passed by. “Soon, baby. We're almost there.” she attempts to calm you down, “You– shit– said that 30 minutes ago!” you whisper-yelled at her, trying not to wake up Alex.

“I know detka, please just- we'll be there in a bit.” you glare at her before getting interrupted by a gasp. “Oh my god—” another contraction. she pulls up to the hospital's parking lot and stops the car. “Come on babe, we're here.” she ushers you out of the vehicle, picks up the toddler, and runs into the hospital building.

As soon as Natasha checks you out in a room, the nurses quickly bring you to the delivery room. “Deep breaths Mrs. Romanoff, it'll all be over soon, don't worry.” you hear the midwife say to you while you went through labor pains, not that it helped you at all.

“Shh.. kotenok I'm right here, I'm with you.” she smiles at you, squeezing your hand slightly to comfort you. “Natasha..” you manage to say, overwhelmed with the pain. “She's dilated by 9 centimeters.” one of the nurses say. “Okay, Mrs. Romanoff, you're gonna need to start pushing alright?” the midwife said as she stood in front of the hospital bed.

“Yeah‐ got it..” you mumble out, breathlessly speaking. You take deep breaths as you clutch oh, so very tightly onto your wife's hand, as if you were about to completely rip it off of her arm. The pain just worsened over the time passes, “Oh my god! Why did I even decide to have a second baby—” you scream as you pushed with every ounce of energy you had left in you.

The sounds of a newborn crying cause your hold on your wife's hand to loosen, and the doctors place the baby in your arms. “Aww.. hey sweetie.” you whisper, gently touching her tiny, fragile face. A soft smile appears on your face as the baby calms down and stops her crying.

“You did it detka, you're okay. I love you so much..” the corners of your lips perk up in a strained smile, sweat glistening from your hairline.

“We did it Natty.. we did it.” your eyes were watery with tears of joy. “Remind me to not have another mini Romanoff till this one turns 3.” the redhead chuckles, pressing her forehead to yours. “I love you so much, Natasha.”

Natasha would've done anything to go back to this time. Where everything was perfectly fine. But she can't.

[cherrycola27]

afterglow

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol and drinking. Military inaccuracies. Allusions to and smut. Friends to lovers. Mutual pining. Unrequited love. Minors DNI. 18+. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 3: I Don't Wanna Do This

When you woke up the next morning, you expected to feel the warm press of Jake against you. But you didn't. You kept your eyes closed, praying that he was just in the bathroom or downstairs.

But when you rolled over and felt the cold sheets and sat up to see that your room was empty, your worst fears had been confirmed.

Jake had left in the middle of the night.

He had told you he was going to stay and he didn't. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't will the tears away. You flopped back on your bed and buried your head in your pillow, and sobbed.

Jake had broken your heart.

He'd been splintering pieces off it off for over a year, but this time—this time was the final swing of the axe.

Really, you should have known this was coming. You should have known you were going to get hurt, but it still didn't make the heartbreak hurt any less.

You wanted to spend the day buried in your sheets and feeling sorry for yourself, but the longer you laid there, the more you realized Jake's scent surrounded you.

So, you stripped your bed and shoved your bedding into your washing machine and covered them with more soap and fabric softener than necessary. If that didn't get his scent off of them, you might just burn your sheets and get some new ones. You'd been looking for a reason to go to Target anyway.

Speaking of burning, when you flopped down on your naked bed and tried to relax, you realized that Jake's scent had permeated you pillows, too.

"Fuck!" You screamed as you threw each one of then off your bed and they hit the wall with a soft thud. As you flung the final pillow, you missed the wall and knocked the picture frame on your dresser off. It clattered to the floor and shattered.

You sighed and begrudgingly got up. You didn't want to step on broken glass later.

You knelt down and picked up the pieces of glass and grabbed the frame. More tears came to your eyes as you looked at the image.

Looking back at you was a picture of a slightly younger you and Jake, with big bright smiles. It was taken right after the two of you got your first confirmed air to air kill. You can still remember the anxiety you felt as you helped guide him in taking down that Cold War museum piece.

You can also remember the pride that you felt when everyone cheered for you when the two of you landed on the carrier.

That day and that night would change the relationship you and Jake had in more ways than one.

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Facing death together is a connection that can only be understood by a few.

But what changed even more was that you and Jake crossed the line that the two of you had been tip-toeing around for months.

That night, when everyone was asleep, Jake came to your bunk. You had been fortunate enough to not have a roommate.

When you heard the knock on your door, you weren't sure who it could be. You certainly weren't expecting to find Jake, shirtless, grey sweatpants slung low on his hip, still wet from his shower, standing there.

He stood there silently with wide eyes. You could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"Jake. Wha—" You weren't sure what to say.

"Glow— Y/N," He breathed out as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Tell me to go. Tell me you don't feel what I feel. Tell me we shouldn't do this." He had whispered to you.

You'd stood there, taking him in. You knew that the two of you could never come back from this. That this was the point of no return.

If you'd known, then what you know now, you would have sent him packing. Instead, you'd reached out, looped your fingers around the chain of his dog tags, and pulled him against you.

The first time your lips met, you knew you were a goner. You knew that your relationship with him would never be the same.

That was the first night you had gotten a taste of him. It was the night that he ruined all other men for you. And, it was the first of many nights that he had loved you and then left your bed.

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After cleaning, you threw on some clothes and went to Target to get new pillows and some, "I feel sorry for myself because I'm facing the consequences of my own actions," snacks and wine.

Around Saturday afternoon, Jake realized that he had fucked up. He had really fucked up. He realized that he should have stayed and that this morning he should have made you french toast and told you that he cared about you, that he loved you.

He should have brought his midnight confession into the light of day, but he didn't. Jake didn't because he was a coward, and because he could stand the thought of you not loving him back.

He got out his phone and tried to call you. You sent him to voice-mail after one ring. He deserved that. Jake tried over and over again and sent you text after text, begging for you to talk to him.

He was half tempted to drive to your house and bang on your door until you let him in, or he could just use the extra key you'd gifted him. But, he thought better of it.

Instead, he went to the Hard Deck with the rest of the squad.

When they asked about you, Jake lied and said that you weren't feeling well. Maybe it wasn't a whole lie. You probably did feel like shit right now, and it was his fault. He was the one that burned the two of you down.

He went through the night wearing a mask. He put on his million dollar grin and Texas sized ego and went through motions. Some blonde by the bar had tried to hit on him, but he turned her down.

She'd laughed at his jokes, twirled her hair, been a little too touchy feeling and gave him her best fuck me eyes, but it didn't matter. She wasn't you.

Jake ended up calling it an early night after that.

By Sunday night, Jake still hadn't heard from you, and he was worried. He threw logic out the window and drove to your house. He wanted to make sure you were alive at least.

When he turned onto your street, he parked across from your cottage. The lights in your bedroom were on. He so badly wanted to walk up and knock on your door, but before he could get the courage too, he saw the light turn off, casting your room into darkness.

Jake quietly drove back home to prepare himself to face you tomorrow.

On Monday morning, both you and Jake drug out your morning routine as long as possible.

When you entered the briefing room on base, you noticed Jake in his normal seat at the front of the room like the kiss-ass he'd always been that you had always teased him for.

You also noticed what appeared to be your favorite iced latte sitting on the table next to him. You deliberately sat in the very back of the classroom and blatantly ignored him when he turned to find you before Maverick got started. He'd silently gestured to the coffee and nodded his head for you to come sit next to him. You flipped him off.

As you approach the Super Hornet, you ignored Jake and his stupid perfect smile and his stupid perfect face and his stupid perfect hand outstretched to help you up.

"I don't need your help." You said to him coldly.

"Glow. Can I— can we please talk?" Jake asked you as he climbed into his set.

"No, I don't want to hear your stupid, half-assed excuse of an apology." You sneered at him.

"Glow—can you just let me explain." Jake tried to defend himself.

"There is literally no explanation that you can give me that would be good enough. Now, can we please just get through this exercise. The sooner we complete it, the sooner I can get away from you and can stop staring at the back of your big-ass head." You spat.

Jake took a deep breath.

He deserved that.

That day, the two of you flew the worst you had ever flown together. Once you were back on the ground, you quickly made a beeline for the locker room.

You slamed your things in, showered, and left.

For the rest of the week, you refused to talk to Jake, unless it was to give him directions, that he didn't follow, in the sky.

Jake could take you yelling and screaming at him. He could take you beating his chest while you cried angry tears and told him he was a son of a bitch. He could take any kind of verbal or physical spar you could dish out.

But what he couldn't take was the silent treatment. He hated that you were icing him out.

Everyone had noticed the tension.

Jake had gone back to his old ways of thinking he was God's gift to the Navy.

"Hey Hangman? Mind if I ask you a personal question? What's up with you and Glow? Trouble in paradise?" Rooster had asked him Friday in the locker room.

Jake slamed his locker. "It's none of your fucking business, Chicken Shit!" Jake yelled before storming out.

"Well, he hasn't changed a bit." Bob muttered under his breath. "Nope." Rooster replied.

Friday afternoon, you waited until everyone was gone before knocking on the door of Maverick's office.

"Lieutenant Briller? Is there something I can help you with?" Maverick asked when you walked in.

"Captain Mitchell, do you have a minute? I need to speak with you about something important." You said as you came in.

"Sure, come in, close the door. We can talk." Maverick said. You took a deep breath and closed the door behind you.

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The weekend came, and went in a blur. It was the first weekend in a long time that you hadn't found yourself tangled up with Jake.

On Monday morning, you were nervous to walk into work, but Maverick had assured you that everything would be okay.

You took your seat at the back of the classroom and waited. Jake was still at the front, eyes forward and twirling a pen in his hand.

"Good morning, aviators." Maverick said as he greeted the group.

There were calls of good mornings around the room. A few moments later, Admiral Simpson and Admiral Bates entered the room. Everyone stood at attention until told to sit.

"Good morning, everyone. I'm sure you're wondering why Warlock and I are here today." Cyclone stared.

"Well, we've come to give some of you some new team assignments." He continued. Everyone sat up, eyes wide and filled with questions.

"These changes will not affect our single seat pilots, but due to extenuating circumstances, we are changing some of the pilot and weapons systems officer pairs." Cyclone stated.

"Lieutenant Bassett, you will no longer be flying with Omaha. You'll now be the WSO for Lieutenant Seresin." Simpson explained.

"Furthermore, Lieutenant Vikander, your new WSO will be Lieutenant Briller. These changes are effective immediately. That is all." Cyclone said before he and Warlock left the room.

Everyone was silent. You looked down at your boots. You could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on you.

Even though Cyclone didn't say that you were the one who had said something, they all knew.

"This is bullshit." Jake spat before getting up and slamming his hands on the table in front of you.

"This is fucking bullshit, Glow! You give me the silent treatment and then go running to the superiors because you got your feelings hurt? What do you have to say for yourself?!" Jake screams in your face.

"I can't fly with someone I can't trust." You tell him.

"Can't trust? You can't trust me? What the fuck! That's the lamest fucking excuse I've ever heard. If anything, you're the one we can trust!" Jake yells at you.

"Hey! That's enough!" Maverick tells him.

"I can't believe you. You went behind my back!" Jake screams. "You've got be fucking kidding me. Please tell me this is a mistake!"

"Lieutenant Seresin!" Maverick warns him.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Hangman. But no, this isn't a mistake. I will not longer be your backseater." You tell him, trying to stay calm.

"No, you're right. It isn't a mistake. The only mistake was me begging Simpson and Bates to get you transferred here." Jake shouts at you as he crowds your space.

"What?" You say, taken aback.

"I said that the only mistake was me asking Bates and Simpson to have you transferred here from Lemoore. What? You think that you were good enough to get them to do that on your own? Because newsflash, you weren't. I begged them to have you placed here. The only reason that you are here is because of me. And you think that you can just go and run to the Admirals on me because I hurt your feelings? Who do you think you are?" Jake sneers.

"Hangman!" Rooster yells as he pulls him back.

"I never asked you to get me transferred here, Jake. You did that for you, not for me." You tell him as you try to hold your composure.

"You know what, I'm glad I won't be flying with you anymore, Glow. Maybe Halo won't slow me down." He spits, driving the knife deeper into your chest.

That's the last straw for you. You leap over the table, ready to claw his eyes out. Coyote catches you around the waist while Bob and Phoenix hold both of your shoulders back. Rooster, Payback, and Fanboy hang onto Jake, pulling him away from you.

"I'm cool, I'm cool he says as he brushes them off.

"Fuck you, Bagman!" You shout.

"Oh, Sweetheart," Jake begins, "You already have."

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[imagine-you]

These Wolves Keep On Scratching At My Heart [Isaac Lahey/Reader] (1/?)

Summary: Growing up as a human in the Hale pack wasn't easy, but you wouldn't have traded it for anything. When you're twelve, a fire takes away most of your family, except for your father and two of your cousins. You're adopted by a kind deputy and officially become a part of the Stilinski family since your father can't care for you and your cousins have fled town. You think life can't possibly get any more complicated until you're eighteen and your brother's best friend gets bitten by a rogue alpha out in the preserve. Word Count: 3.9k Notes: Reader is Peter's daughter (I'm pretty sure Malia won't exist in this fic) and there's a lot of story to tell here, so please be patient with me! I promise I will explain everything. If you like this, letting me know would make my day! Read on AO3 The splintering of wood and the roar of the flames was deafening. Smoke had engulfed the house, leaving everything hazy and disorienting.  

You didn't know how the fire started or where everyone went, but there was only one person you had on your mind as you stumbled towards your bedroom door.  

"Dad? Dad?!" You called, panic leaking into your voice.  

Everything felt like it was abruptly tilted to the side and you didn't realize that you were falling until you hit the floor.  

"I've got you. You'll be alright," you heard a voice say before arms scooped you up off the floor. You were cradled against someone's chest as you coughed, attempting to take a breath. "You'll be alright," the person repeated, attempting to reassure you, even though their voice was fearful and strangled.  

The next thing you heard was the sound of breaking glass before you felt like you were flying. You let out a cry of anguish when you felt yourself fall, the sight of your father's face watching you from the window the last thing you saw before you hit the ground.  

"Y/N! Y/N, c'mon, wake up. You're having that dream again." 

You jolted awake, the smell of smoke seemingly lingering in your room before you focused on your brother.  

"What?" You groaned, attempting to shake off the nightmare and focus on Stiles.  

"You were screaming in your sleep," he told you, his expression a mix of worry and dismay. "Again." 

That didn't really surprise you. Whenever you dreamt of the fire, it always brought up memories and feelings you wished would stay buried. But since the fire had swept away your whole life, leaving you to rise from the ashes and start over, it was hard to ignore the effect it had on you.  

"I'll be alright," you assured Stiles, unknowingly echoing the last words you ever heard your father speak. "What are you doing up right now? Isn't it late?" 

"I was going to Scott's, since Dad's on a call and you were asleep. I was on my way out when I heard you."  

Even in the dark of your bedroom, you could see Stiles fidgeting. Either he was nervous about something or he was up to something. Knowing your brother, it was probably a bit of both.  

"Why are you going to Scott's so late? You do remember school starts back up tomorrow, right?" 

Stiles rolled his eyes before flopping down onto your bed, ignoring your grunt of protest. "Yeah, but winter break was boring, and I've got something fun and adventurous in mind for tonight." 

You narrowed your eyes at Stiles, knowing that whatever he had in mind was likely something that would get him into trouble. "What is it?" 

"Nothing," Stiles denied, tone light and mischievous. "Want to come with me? See for yourself that I'm going to be an upstanding citizen and simply have some fun with my best bud?" 

You knew Stiles was up to no good, but you also hoped that if Scott was along for the ride, then he would keep your brother out of trouble.  

"Go," you sighed, settling back into bed. "At least one of us should be well-rested for tomorrow." 

"That's why you're the genius of the family," Stiles told you, barely avoiding the pillow you aimed at his head, before he was rolling off your bed. You heard him groan as he hit the floor before he bounded up, shooting you a grin. "See you later," he said before he hurried towards your bedroom door. He paused just before he reached it and turned to look at you. "Maybe it's time you go visit your dad again," he offered, his voice low and cautious. "You were calling for him in your sleep." 

"Yeah," you agreed, trying to keep the longing out of your voice for Stiles' sake. "I'll go after school tomorrow." 

"Good," Stiles said before nodding at you, as if he was giving you his seal of approval, and then left your room.  

You closed your eyes, attempting for a few minutes to go back to sleep, but you knew it was useless. Sleep would elude you until you quieted the maelstrom of memories and fears that plagued you from when you were only twelve years old.  

You didn't remember much about the fire. It seemed like one night you went to bed and by the time you woke up, you lost a family and were on your way to gaining a new one. You remembered waking up to smoke and flames, before trying to get to your bedroom door to look for your dad. All you wanted in that moment was your dad, because you knew he would make it all okay.  

Once the police and firefighters arrived, you were found half-hidden in a pile of debris and leaves, knocked out with a broken arm. No one could figure out how you ended up outside the house or why no one else tried to leave. Most of your family had been found in the basement, and you knew they must have been going for the tunnels, but it didn't make sense to you why they couldn't get out. Nothing about the fire made any kind of sense and you knew there were mysteries to unlock.  

The only other survivor of the fire was your father, but he was in no position to take care of you. He was currently in a care facility, since his injuries from the fire were so extensive. You tried to visit him at least once a week, but it didn't make it any easier on you to see him like that when you remembered the man who had taken care of you your whole life. He never spoke about your mom, but from what you gathered, you were better off without her.  

When Derek and Laura fled town, not even bothering to tell you goodbye, you didn't realize it was the last time you would hear from them. You were never sure if they were running from something dangerous or if they simply couldn't handle living in the same town that had robbed them of their pack, but you never quite forgave them for practically abandoning you.  

The kind deputy who found you shivering and lost amongst the debris had taken pity on you that night. After realizing you lost most of your family in the fire and had no one else to care for you, he decided to make you a part of his family. You supposed there might have been another pack out there who respected your aunt enough to take you in, but you wouldn't have wanted to leave Beacon Hills. Not as long as your dad was still there.  

The Stilinskis had made you feel like a part of their family from day one and you couldn't have been more grateful for them.  

Over the past six years, the fire and events surrounding it had weighed heavy on your mind. None of it made any sense to you and even though people wanted to dismiss it as a tragic accident, you knew it wasn't anything as simple as an electrical fire.  

The only person who seemed to really agree with you was Mr. Stilinski and while he tried his best to hide the evidence from you, you knew he was still trying to force the pieces back together so he could finally see the whole picture.  

But you had a feeling he would never see the whole picture. Not unless he discovered all the supernatural ties that were holding Beacon Hills together.  

You didn't even realize you had managed to finally doze off before you were woken by the sound of your dad berating Stiles.  

"What the hell did you think you were doing going out in the woods by yourself at this time of night? At least you had the sense not to drag Scott into it. Really, what kind of kid hears there's a body in the woods and then decides to go looking for it?" 

"I was just trying to help you and the force out! I mean, it's a big preserve! It really could've been anywhere." 

"Nice try," you heard your dad sigh. "Just get to bed, alright? You've got school tomorrow and I'm not letting you skip because you're too tired." 

"I would never," Stiles scoffed before you heard his bedroom door close.  

You waited until you heard your dad's door close before you got out of bed, keeping your steps light as you crossed your room. You opened your bedroom door, poking your head out cautiously, making sure the hallway was actually empty, before you stepped out of your room. You made your way to your brother's room, barging in before quickly closing the door behind you.  

"Y/N? What the hell?" Stiles exclaimed, turning quickly in his computer chair to face you. "I could've been doing something that would have been incredibly traumatizing for both of us if you witnessed it!" 

"Please," you sighed, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. "You're shameless, but you at least manage to lock the door if you're going to do something like that." 

"Fine," Stiles groaned, reclining back in his chair. "Weren't you going back to sleep?" 

"I was," you admitted, giving Stiles an unimpressed look. "Weren't you going to hang out with Scott and respect the law or something?" 

"I was," Stiles argued, affecting an innocent tone. "I totally respected the law and didn't get into trouble at all."  

"You went looking for a dead body in the woods," you reminded him. 

 “Oh," Stiles scoffed, trying to wave it off. "You heard about that, huh?" 

"It's a little hard to ignore when our dad is berating you for something like that. What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt or killed or any number of terrible things." Stiles didn't know about the things that could be found out in the preserve, but you certainly did. You remembered the lectures from your dad when you were just a kid, telling you it wasn't safe for a human out alone in the woods at night. "And what about Scott, huh? What happened to him?" 

"He might still be out there, actually," Stiles admitted with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. "But he's a smart kid. He'll be fine." 

"Fuck," you hissed, standing up. "Call him. Now," you told Stiles. "See if he's alright." 

Stiles groaned before pulling out his phone, typing away a text instead of bothering to call his best friend to see if he was alive. After a few moments, he made a sound of triumph before waving his phone at you. "He made it out! He's totally fine." 

"Okay," you sighed, choosing to trust your brother. "Just...next time you decide to go out into the woods, tell me, alright? I'll go with you." 

"Got it," Stiles agreed, focused on his phone yet again.  

You rolled your eyes, before reaching forward to pat Stiles on the shoulder. "Good talk," you told him before leaving his room. You were still worried about Scott, but you knew that Stiles would never let anything bad happen to his best friend. So, you went back to your room and climbed into bed, hoping that sleep would claim you soon.  

When you woke in the morning, you were less than excited to start the last semester of your high school career. Stiles would be starting the second half of his junior year, but once June hit, you would be done with high school. You would have to figure out where you wanted to go to college and what you wanted to do with your life and the thought of that opened up a deep pit of dread and anxiety in your gut.  

You groaned as you rolled out of bed, mindlessly going through your usual morning routine of styling your hair, putting on your clothes, eating breakfast, and then brushing your teeth.  

Stiles' jeep was already gone by the time you walked outside. You were sure he had already left to pick up Scott, which gave you more hope that Scott was actually okay and not currently wandering around the preserve.  

You climbed into your own jeep, a newer model than Stiles' with half the sentimental value. You got the car when you were sixteen and a lawyer contacted Mr. Stilinski to let him know that your dad had set aside a fund for you to be able to get your dream car when you got your license.  

When you were a kid, you had wanted any and every flashy car that would let you go fast. Your dream car changed at least once a month and your dad had promised you that he would buy you whatever you wanted as soon as you got your license.  

It hit you pretty hard when you realized your father had made preparations for your care in the event that he wasn't around to see you grow up. Even though you were grateful he was still alive, it still hurt that he couldn't speak and couldn't respond to anything you told him. You wondered if it hurt him too to watch you grow up and get older and live a whole life without him.  

You didn't think much of the night before until you got to school and noticed Scott and Stiles standing outside. Stiles was in the middle of his usual fruitless attempt to get Lydia Martin's attention as you approached the pair. Scott seemed worried about something, which prompted you to sling an arm around his shoulders and ruffle his hair.  

"What's with the long face, McCall?" 

"He's freaking out about some animal that bit him last night," Stiles said, waving it off as if it wasn't a big deal. "There's not even a mark on him. It was probably a mosquito." 

You tried to keep the alarm off your face, because it really could have been nothing. But curiosity would always get the best of you and you couldn't help but fish for more information. "Animal? What did it look like?" 

"I didn't get a good look," Scott admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "It was big and had red eyes. It bit me and I ran away. I think it was a wolf?" Scott's voice went high and confused on the last word as he sent an unsure look at Stiles.  

"Bud, I told you, there are no wolves here. It was probably a rabid rabbit or something," Stiles dismissed, urging you and Scott towards the building. "Now, c'mon, let's go get this shitshow over with." 

Your mind was spinning as you tried to get through your classes. All you could think about was a rogue alpha out in the preserve, biting people and leaving behind a trail of confused omegas in its wake. Beacon Hills had been relatively quiet on the supernatural front since the fire. The only thing even remotely supernatural around town was your dad, but he hadn't left the care facility in years. You supposed Deaton counted, but if Deaton posed a threat, then you supposed you did as well.  

Halfway through your anatomy class, you pulled out your phone, shooting a text to Deaton.  

'We've got to talk. It's important.'

Knowing Deaton, you wouldn't hear from him until it was a little too late, so you had to do something before the situation got completely out of control.  

You thought the day couldn't get any worse until word about the new girl started floating around school. 

"She's so pretty. Think she'll go out with me?" 

"Her family moves around a lot. Maybe her dad's in the military." 

"I heard her last name is Argent. I wonder if she's French."

All anyone seemed to want to talk about was the new girl including Scott and Stiles.  

"Look, she's already been sucked into Lydia's orbit," Stiles pointed out with a groan. "You have no chance, buddy," he told Scott, giving him a consoling pat on the back.  

"Well, Y/N's friends with Jackson, right? Can't you put in a good word for me?" Scott wondered, turning to you with a hopeful grin.  

You shook your head, watching Allison, wary of any move she might make. "No," you answered Scott, finally tearing your gaze away from the new girl. "You should stay away from her."  

"But--" Scott tried to object, but you were already walking away. You didn't have a good explanation for why Scott shouldn't go near Allison and you certainly couldn't figure out how to tell Scott he was probably a werewolf.  

You passed Allison, Lydia, and Jackson, ignoring Jackson's nod of acknowledgement in your direction. You didn't have the energy to deal with Jackson, even though you would hear all about how you ignored him later. There were just too many things going wrong in too short amount of time and you were starting to feel like you couldn't breathe.  

You opted to skip your last class of the day and head right for the care facility. The nurses knew you by now and most took the time to smile at you and ask how you were doing as you passed them.  

Seeing your dad helpless and catatonic never got any easier, but you couldn't deny it helped knowing he was still there for you.  

"A lot has happened since last week," you started, taking a seat in front of his chair. You reached out to take his hand, glad for the physical assurance that your dad was still with you.  

When you were younger, the doctors and nurses explained to you that talking to your dad on a regular basis might help with his overall recovery, so you made sure to visit him as often as you could. "I started the last semester of my senior year today. I should be graduating in June." You glanced down, unsure how to continue. You didn't want to say anything that would worry your dad, but the only other person you could talk to was Deaton and that was bound to be more annoying than helpful.  

"So, I've talked about Stiles and I've mentioned his best friend Scott. His mom works in the hospital and he's like a brother to me too." You let out an incredulous laugh, not even sure you could believe what you were about to tell your dad. "Last night, Stiles and Scott went looking for a dead body in the preserve. I don't know if they ever found it, but something did find Scott. I think...," you trailed off, wondering if there was any possibility where you could be wrong. Maybe it was a rabid animal and Scott simply needed a series of shots. But no, your life had never given you much luck, so it wasn't about to start now. "I think he was bitten by an alpha." 

You weren't sure if it was just wishful thinking, but you could have sworn that your dad's hand twitched in yours. You glanced down at it, but it was still and unmoving as usual, filling you with a guilty disappointment.  

"And now I've got to worry about my brother's best friend turning into a werewolf, but I've also got to worry about the new girl. She's an Argent," you explained with a wince. "Why are there hunters in town? Are they looking for the alpha or are they trying to settle down here? I don't like any of this," you sighed, trying to fight the tears that wanted to fall. You didn't know how to fix any of the messes that had sprung up just in the past day. If you were still part of the Hale pack, then your aunt would have taken Scott in and showed him the ropes. She would have hunted down the rogue alpha and sorted them out before hunters could converge on your territory. None of this was anything you were capable of fixing alone and you suddenly felt so lonely that you couldn't stand it.  

"Dad," you pleaded, your voice breaking on the word. "I don't know what to do." 

Your phone buzzed with an incoming text just as a tear escaped down your cheek. You hastily wiped it away before pulling your phone from your pocket.  

'Want to help me and Scott search for his inhaler in the woods? Doofus dropped it last night running from Thumper.'

"Shit," you groaned, moving to stand up. You let your dad's hand slip from yours, trying to fight off the usual guilt you felt whenever you left him. "I have to go. I'll see you later," you told him as you stood. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and grabbed your bag, not letting yourself look back at him all alone in his room, since you knew it always broke your heart to leave him.  

Stiles had sent you the location where he parked his jeep, and it wasn't long before you pulling up next to his car.  

Scott gave you a wave when he saw you and it hit you all at once that loveable, dorky Scott was likely turning into a werewolf.  

"Hey, guys," you said, joining Stiles and Scott near the hood of Stiles' jeep. "What happened to your spare inhaler?" You asked Scott, watching his expression fall. 

"That was my spare inhaler and mom's gonna kill me if I lose it. You know how expensive those things are?" 

"Well, no one wants to make Melissa mad," you mused, thinking of the last time she really got pissed off with Scott and your brother. Her anger had nearly boiled over until it hit you and you would do just about anything to avoid Melissa McCall's wrath. "Let's get this over with," you sighed. "I don't want to be out here once it gets dark." 

"Yeah," Stiles laughed, bumping companionably into Scott's side. "Wouldn't want to run into whatever took an imaginary bite out of Scott. Although, I have some theories about that, y'know. Wolves and bites and howling and all that." 

"What? What are you talking about?" Scott's voice went high and panicked, but you knew your brother all too well.  

"You've got a disease, Scotty," Stiles started, turning a grim look towards Scott. "It's called lycanthropy." 

"What is that? Is it bad? Am I gonna die?" 

"No, not bad," Stiles said, shooting you a grin. "Just comes around once a month...during the full moon." Stiles threw his head back and howled before giving way to laughter. "Lycanthropy, Scott. It means you're turning into a werewolf." 

Even though you knew your brother was kidding, hearing the words coming from him still sent a shiver down your spine. If only he knew the danger was all too real and you were quickly running out of time before Scott became a huge problem.  

"Stiles, come on, this is serious," Scott groaned, kicking aside some leaves in an attempt to find his inhaler. "What if I have rabies or something? What if I've got an infection?" 

"Scotty, you're fine. If it was something serious, you would've been in the hospital by now." 

Scott started arguing with Stiles, but you noticed an eerie stillness fall over the little pocket of forest you were standing in. You didn't realize you were being watched until you looked up and saw him for the first time in six years. A whole host of emotions fell over you, ranging from anger to betrayal to longing to happiness, before settling on confused.  

"Derek," you found yourself muttering, your tone fused with disbelief.  

What the hell was he doing back in Beacon Hills? 

[his-angell]

"It's okay not to be okay." (p.sh)

plot; (y/n) was going through it. Work was stressing her to no end. She couldn't function properly anymore. Thankfully, Seonghwa was there to help get her head back in the right spot. paring; Park Seonghwa x fem!reader genre; comfort, angst word count; 1.9k warnings; cursing, reader drops a glass, crying, yelling (not arguing), pet names, reader pulls at her hair, established relationships, 3rd person, request?; no

(y/n) dropped everything at the door when she got into the apartment. Work was nothing but shit. The same thing it was every day. Sitting at a desk, checking people in and out, in and out. It got tiring. She kicked everything to the side of the walkway so Seonghwa could get in without tripping.

She went to their shared bedroom and flopped onto the bed. She buried her head into her pillow and screamed into it. A scream turned into choked sobs. She kicked her feet and threw a tantrum on the bed, messing up the sheets. She groaned as the clothes she wore only seemed to irritate her more. She quickly undressed, throwing on one of her boyfriends plain white shirts and a pair of shorts. She couldn't stop crying after she started..

She went to the bathroom, coughing from how hard she was crying. She paused to stare at herself in the mirror. Her lip trembled. Mascara stained her cheeks, her lipstick had smudged. She whined before throwing her hair up and washing her face, rather aggressively might I add... She dried her face and sniffled. She flicked the light off and went to the kitchen. She was still crying, but she wasn't as loud anymore. That was until..

She reached up to grab a glass, her vision blurry from tears. She didn't have a proper grip on it. She jumped as she dropped it on the ground. She stared at the shattered glass, throwing her head back. She sat on the floor, a bit away from the pile and hugged her knees. "Shit!" She cried, yanking at her hair.

She was so in her own bubble she hadn't heard Seonghwa come in. The man entered and was immediately putting his stuff down and slipping on his slides to rush to his lovers aid. "Baby! Baby, hey! What happened?" He gently grabbed her hands, prying her fingers away from her hair. He tilted her head up, trying to catch her gaze. (y/n) pushed his hand away. "Go away!" She yelled. "I don't need your help!" She sobbed.

She got defensive when she was upset. She hated being babied and treated like she was fragile. Even if thats what she needed, she didn't want it. Seonghwa nodded softly and pulled his hands away. "Okay, okay. But I need you to tell me what happened, (y/n)." He said, not pulling his gaze from her. He caught on to her tendency a few months after they started dating. He understood and gave her space, but he always kept a watchful eye on her.

"I fucking dropped a glass, what do you think happened?" She snapped at him. Seonghwa hummed, glancing at the pile. "Okay, you dropped a glass. Is that what caused you to break down, or was it something else?" The man tilted his head. "Why can't you just leave me alone!" She shot off the floor and went to storm out of the kitchen.

Seonghwa shot up faster and grabbed her waist. "Don't. You don't have your slides on. You'll get glass in your feet." He picked her up and stepped over the glass, setting her down far enough away from the glass. (y/n) tensed up, the feeling of his hands making her hot. She was overstimulated. She was winding herself up more than necessary. She flapped her hands. "I said go away! You're really starting to piss me off, Seonghwa." She grumbled.

Seonghwa nodded. "I'm sure I am. But until you tell me what's wrong, i'm not leaving." He said. He didn't like pushing her to talk. But he knew that she was gonna be angry until whatever was bothering her came out. It always took a little pushing for her to finally open up. He didn't sheer away under the glare that was shot at him. "You irritate me to no end." She rolled her eyes. Seonghwa hummed quietly and nodded. It didn't bother him, because he knew she didn't mean it. She was just upset.

"I- Everything shit, alright?" (y/n) spit out. "Work it the same thing every day! My boss always telling me i'm doing something wrong! Costumers always yelling at me for no reason at all!" She wiped her face angrily. "This guy the other way said what I was wearing looked 'whoreish'! Whoreish?! What does that even mean?!" She laughed in disbelief. She put her head in her hands and sobbed quietly. "I'm so stressed, Hwa, I can't handle it anymore." She cried.

Seonghwa listened to everything she said. Nodding softly so she knew he was listening. He walked over to her and gently hugged her. He placed a kiss on her head. "It's okay." He said softly. (y/n) quickly wrapped her arms around him. She sobbed into his chest. Seonghwa rubbed her back.

After a few moments of standing there, he pulled away to cup her cheeks. He gently swiped away her tears with his thumbs. "It's okay not to be okay, you know that?" He said softly. "It's okay to be stressed, and upset, and angry. You just can't ball it up, understand?" He said. She nodded a bit. "I know it's hard talking, so don't talk. Write it in your journal, paint it, draw it. Anything. But don't bottle it up, because when it spills over, it stresses you out even more." He stroked her cheeks gently with his thumbs.

He pursed his lips. He took a deep breath. "I think.. You should quit that job. I can support us just fine." He said. Her eyes widened. She blinked at him. "No- No! I can't let you do that! You know I can't let you do that." She laughed in disbelief that he would even try and run that past her. "Okay, then I'll be able to support us while you find a new job. That you like!" He pointed a bit. "And with a better boss. I don't need you in a workplace that stresses you out. Okay?" He said softly. She sighed and nodded a little. "Okay. I.." She trailed off as she looked back down.

After a moment she finally looked back up at him with glossy eyes. Her lip trembled. "I'm sorry." Her voice shook. Seonghwa shook his head. "Nuh-Uh, none of that." He said, swiping away her tears once more. "It's okay not to be okay, (y/n)." He repeated. "I wanna hear you say it." He said. She furrowed her eyebrows. She shook her head a bit. "I can't.." She whispered. "But you can." Seonghwa hummed.

(y/n) closed her eyes before sighing quietly. "I.. It's okay not to be okay." She said. Seonghwa smiled softly. He gently poked her sides a bit. "Thats my girl." He said softly. She squealed lightly, giggling as his fingers tickled her sides. "Hwa stop!" She slapped his chest gently. Seonghwa chuckled and took his hands away. (y/n) took them and kissed his finger pads. "Thank you." She whispered. "Nothing to thank me for, doll." He hushed. "Yes, there is." She looked up at him, seriousness in her eyes.

"Thank you for still loving me, even after I have moments like these." She whispered, almost ashamed of her breakdown. Seonghwa tutted softly. "You expect me to just stop loving you?" He tilted his head at her. "You're my forever, (y/n). Even if that means comforting you when you don't feel your best." He kissed her forehead. "I love you, princess." He hushed against her skin. "I love you too, Hwa." (y/n) took a deep breath and leaned up to peck his lips.

She pulled away and peaked behind him. She frowned. "I-I'll clean that up.." She messed with his hoodie gently. Seonghwa shook his head. "No, you're not." He poked her nose gently. "You are gonna go wash up. Then you're get blankets, and pillows, and find a movie for us to watch." He grinned softly. Her eyes lit up. "Movie night?" She asked. He nodded. She smiled brightly and kissed him. She pulled away after a few moments. "Thank you. You're the best boyfriend ever." She moved to kiss his cheek. Seonghwa chuckled softly as she rushed to go wash up and get blankets and pillows.

After picking up the glass, making tea, gathering snacks, and Seonghwa changing into his pajamas, they cuddled on the couch. They didn't really watch the movie, it was mostly commentating the whole thing, pointing out how silly the acting was. Seonghwa was in the middle of explaining the love triangle that (y/n) said she didn't understand, when he heard soft snores. He paused and looked down. The bag of candies she had was slipping out of her hand. Her eyes were shut, and her breathing was evened out. He smiled and gently grabbed the bag of candies, setting them on the coffee table.

He didn't want to disturb her, but he knew they would both wake up with sore backs if they slept on the couch. He gently pushed her up enough so he could stand. He leaned over and picked her up, hushing her as she whined. He carried her to bed and tucked her in before getting in on his side. "I love you, princess." He whispered, kissing her temple and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Mm.. Love you.." (y/n) mumbled, half asleep. Seonghwa chuckled and closed his eyes, matching up his breathing with hers. It didn't take long for him to drift off..

[my-prompt-dump]

Wincest/Gencest/Weirdcest

I can't remember if Charlie met Jack but no one here is dead and everyone is sorta friends.

Also was supposed to be a Fem!Sam au but I can always make another post with that version if any of you want!

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Someone screams in the bunker and keeps screaming. It Dean was already up at the first scream and was about to run to whoever was in trouble until the door to his room opened with a bang.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???"

It was Charlie, holding a... copy of Vogue Magazine? Ugh, Dean is too tired for this. He flops back down to sit in his bed. He's exhausted as fuck but he knows he can't go back to sleep now.

"Jesus, Charlie. I thought someone was dying"

"I wish I was! Cos you just scarred me for life!"

Dean looks at his phone to see that it was still 8 in the morning. Okay, too early.

"Will you two please shut up?" A voice says behind Dean. There buried under their blanket and a mountain of pillows is Sam, birds nest hair and all.

"No! Just- Here! What the shit is this?!"

She shoves the magazine right up to Dean's face and he takes it to see it better.

"Holy shit!"

He feels Sam sit up and position himself to look over his brother's shoulder.

"Oh. They actually did it."

"Man, looks like they weren't full of shit after all. Hey, Sammy, you think we can still get royalties from this?"

Charlie makes an indignant noise. "Huh???"

Dean is still grinning proudly but at least Sam sends an apologetic look her way.

"We were broke." He says like that explains everything. Sam must have seen the doubt in her face because he repeats himself.

"That's literally the whole story, Charlie. We were broke. Chuck didn't include this in the books?"

"NO?? What's the story of this then? Please elaborate for my sanity."

"I would like to know too."

They all turn to the door and see Castiel there, Jack smiling shyly behind him.

Sam and Dean share a look, doing that soulmate annoying silent telephatic talking voodoo whatchumacallit with each other.

Dean stares at the picture again on the page. A picture that takes up the entire spread of the page, followed by an interview with the owners of a booming clothing line.

The picture is him and Sam in their younger years, in a position that will never make people guess they were brothers. They are hugging and wearing clothes too fancy for either of them to ever own. Dean's back is to the camera, but his head is facing right so that his eye is still trained to the lens of the camera; protective and possessive. He's standing in between Sam who was sitting on a table, legs wrapped around his older brother's waist. Sam's arms are around his shoulders, fingers almost clawing his back. His brother's eyes are looking directly at the front; dangerous and equally possessive as Dean's.

Not only that, they were wet and made to look sweaty as fuck so it looks like it's a during-sex kinda shot.

Jeez, how did they agree to that. Not a single thing about this shot was promoting the clothes, you can't even see them properly!

"Alright, but no talking or we're stopping."

They all nod and begin to listen intently.

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Flashback to teen Sam (19) and Dean (23) being banned from every bar at an nth mile radius because of constant hustling and brawls but they're almost out of the allowance John gave them.

John told them it'd be enough til he comes back and that they need to leave as soon as he's back so "no need to get a job, Dean".

Dean should've gotten one anyway just in case because even if he went and got one now, they'd be starving before he gets his first paycheck.

Sam was walking home from school one day and spots an ad stapled to a pole.

'Urgent: Looking for models for our clothing line! Not a scam! Inquire at XXX-XXX'

He thinks it over and says fuck it, he is not having junkfood for dinner again.

Arriving home, he slams the poster at the table where Dean was cleaning their guns.

"Fuck!"

Sam pays him no mind and just points at the thing.

"Let's do it."

At first Dean was confused but he sees the ad and raises an eyebrow at his brother.

"One day of our photos being taken and we'll get money enough to last us a week. Come on."

"Don't know what you're thinkin but we are not models, Sammy."

"We're not ugly, Dean."

"Being not ugly doesn't mean we can model, dude."

Dean would marry himself if he could, that is how good looking his brother thinks he is. Sam was relying on Dean's vanity to get him on board but this. This wasn't what he was expecting.

Well.

Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

"What? Lady-killer Dean Winchester is too chicken to be rejected and find out he's not that handsome after all?"

Dean freezes and Sam already knows he won.

Dean's pride is so easy to mess with.

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It's a starting clothing business that hopes to be big one day. They didn't want to spend too much money but figured that investing in good quality will get them far.

So when two guys in secondhand clothes from Goodwill came for the modelling job, they were hesitant. But when they were cleaned up by the crew, they look like proper models. Handsome, beautiful, pretty, fit, TALL.

Brothers they say but there's an air around them that they can use to say otherwise.

They dressed them up, did their make up, gave them a wet look for the final set and they were done.

Their first promotional poster was born.

Sam and Dean went home with a month's worth of cash and the company was left breathless.

It took them a while to get an audience to see them but it was that photo that blew the growing internet up and put them in the spotlight.

They have it framed in the middle of their new big ass studio like a trophy.

Years later, when they were reached out to by Vogue (VOGUE!!) for an interview about their journey, they knew what photo to use as a centrepiece for their page.